Gogyohka-Thursday [99 & 100]

This is my last Gogyohka-Thursday on Salt-Rain Tidings. It's been delightful. And yes, unless some honest-to-goodness salt-rain falls, this is also my last post on my beloved Salt-Rain Tidings. I am so thankful for the time we've had... for your support, encouragement, understanding--for reading. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, you have blessed me beyond words can express. If you're interested in other blogging of mine, please message me. God bless and keep you,
             -L.E. Fiore

We've had our days

our years, two

but now it seems time

to say good-bye

to You.

So wish me well!

and every good thing.

And may the seas we sail

to heaven's shore

 us bring.

Gogyohka-Thursday [98]

Calling, rescheduling,

trying to collide our locations.

I miss the days

when I could draw us

together with paper and crayons.

Gogyohka-Thursday [97]

It's true, what the fox said.

You have made me cry.

Cry to leave, to say good-bye,

but never sad

to have wasted time.

Gogyohka-Thursday [96]

There were no words to say.


...not the right ones.


And so I wished that a smile-


or silence, even-


would still your questions.

Gogyohka-Thursday [95]

Never had she look so well

Nor he so fine

The day they exchanged vows

And love and lives

Entwined

Gogyohka-Thursday [94]

In movies


kicking things really hard


fixes boilers and cars...


I kicked my computer, and now


it won't start. Bizarre.




*Note, I have been whacking, not kicking, my computer to make the little wires connect for the screen work... and now it's... not working anymore. I probably should hit it some more... ;-)

Gogyohka-Thursday [93]

Plop! plop!

berries into my pot.

Squish! squish!

into my sister's

stomach.

Gogyohka-Thursday [92]

So. I didn't forget. I had this written (inspired by Knutes at Camp Spofford) well before Thursday, but lightening took out our internet. It's still out. The iPad app is rather maddeningly inferior, hence the post format. I'll fix it when the interwebs come back. Till then, over and out.

The darkened cafe

Its floor strewn 

With popcorn kernels

Is nightly visited

By galavanting mice

Gogyohka-Thursday [91]

watching my sister

sweet bride to be

showered with gifts

for their home-making

so tangibly happy, my heart's aching

Gogyohka-Thursday [90]

I find

I am lost for words

when I hear such significance

in the silent

spaces

I find this poem took on different meanings depending on the photo I coupled with it- choosing any one seems limiting.. Silences in music, in space, in time... between two people... beauty in the unstated.

Gogyohka-Thursday [89]

Shriek! Hide! Freeze!


A spider I see.


It's sizing me up, waiting to strike-


It likes to attack


things 1000 times its size!

Gogyohka-Thursday [88]

Ricotta, mozzarella

 melting in our mouths.

"How much money?" we ask.

"No money," the man smiles,

"You woman eat for free." 

This poem was inspired by yesterday's outing to Arthur Avenue. We ladies were picking up several pounds of ricotta and mozzarella from the cheese shop my great-grandmother shopped at for year after year. She always picked up her ricotta for special occasions there because cheese anywhere else "just wasn't the same." I think our delight over cheese (along with questions and anecdotes) must have delighted the cheese-man, because he gave us a huge slab of ricotta to eat on the way and a mozzarella in the shape of a pig for my little sister. When we asked how much we owed him for our 3-4 pounds of cheese, he told us he'd "called his manager" and there was no charge for us. We almost cried, we were so touched by his sweetness.

Gogyohka-Thursday [87]

For nearly two years, I've had a faithful Gogyohka-reader from Paris. You've never commented; I don't know who you are. But I've always wanted to say thank you.

Si j'avais les mots

les mots justes

je voudrais vous dire

merci, je vous remercie

pour lisant

if I had words

just the right words

I would say to you

thank you, thank you

for reading

Gogyohka-Thursday [86]

Packing

Too many things

My life

And memories

Into boxes

Gogyohka-Thursday [85]

still at last

just the God, the grass, and me

sleeping in the sun

reading in the breeze

sweet pondering, just being

Gogyohka-Thursday [84]

In honor of finals week- here's a poem I wrote April 27th, 2009.

staring

at my test

as if just enough time

would fill in

all the blanks

Gogyohka-Thursday [83]

weary of holding

my own chin up...
 

arms strangely aching...

 

realizing I haven't been held

 

 in a very, very long time...

Poem for my mother.  

Gogyohka-Thursday [82]

My brother Peter Fiore wrote this Guest Gogyohka for me. It is hard to be so far away- but sometimes we meet in cyberspace and have great conversations- gchat bridging the gap of several states till we see eachother again.

Your words

On my screen

Like joyful tears

Makes me smile

And wish for more



Gogyohka-Thursday [81]

There is a peculiar beauty that graces those in love. 'Old couples, engaged couples- I love to watch them... this one's for my sister and her fiance particularly. 

 

they walked

like they'd walked

together for a long time

pausing- turning- loving mimes

speaking with their eyes

Gogyohka-Friday [80]

So. Basically I forgot yesterday that Thursdays existed. And that's my only excuse.

 
 why do we grow content

living life from inside?

feeling alive through

fragmented light?

like vicariously eating pie?