Dianne Feaver Poems

An accident of birth, a twist in serendipity
one more candle on a cake, one day less,
or month before and it would not be me,
but someone spared what I confess.
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Before the funeral, women rush about
as one heartbeat, laying out a table
with familiar offerings, arranged for
small moments of comfort.
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The elementary equation  'one plus one is two'
is relied upon as mathematically quite true.
It's a a simple determination
of a proven calculation.
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Winter brings a sudden sorrow
now family stands like winter trees,
all trembling limbs and rusted leaves,
somber shadows on the snow.
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Hearing your call one morning, I wass led
beyond the window where, unfettered in flight,
Autumn rose up effortlessly, its light
quietly composed, fragile and fair, we rooted
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Should a warming air let winter slip
and thaw the rime that crusted hard
the snowdrift seal around the pond,
every rip out on the ice, every scar
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Spend two hours in Cosmetics
trying all the latest potions
promising quick miracles
in age-defying lotions
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He's the one in the sweater,
talking to someone new and yes,
I know him. He aims to encourage her
with his casual talk of truth.
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deliberately forget to fill the bird-feeder.
Instead, I become the sole witness,
to you faithfully scooping black seed
into the old log container, placing back
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I have in mind to go today
as time has spent itself with me
and I have cast my lot between
the way it was and might have been,
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