Loss

  • Your Thoughts

    A constant parade of thoughts–your thoughts–passses by your front porch:    anxious thoughts,    angry thoughts,    fearful thoughts… You nod to some,wave to others,but you do not have to invite them in. Let them  grumble on without you. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk… Continue reading

  • Love Song

    When you are this closeall is a blur–    eyes cannot focus,    mind cannot focus,    heart cannot focus. No lens can correct this vision. I blindly stumblethrough the gracious haze of your love. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.… Continue reading

  • Embracing Death

    Do you believe in death?Lots of us don't–or at least live as if we don't. People glibly say,"Live each day as if it's your last,"but that's nearly impossible to do:    Would you make the bed?    Would you empty the dishwasher?    Would you close… Continue reading

  • The Lover

    If you are to take a lover,let it be your soul. It desires you;you lust for it. Be ravished by its mystery and power. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Missing Winter

    Where are you winter?Where the scouring windsand white-rimed leaves,hold-overs from last season's arboreal couture?Where the leveling whiteness,the inward-driving respitefrom summer's relentless restlessness? Where are you winter? Our warm outerwear waits in darkness,wondering, worried;a feeling of abandonment settles like duston the… Continue reading

  • Grandmother’s Farmhouse

    After she died,grandmother's farmhouse–without anyone's intending it–evolved into a shrine,a monument to our lost history. Untouched, year upon year,it dusted over,much like, every week,the oak table that anchored the kitchendusted over with flour on baking day–only everywhere now–thick on painted window… Continue reading

  • Reverie

    She looked beyond the sink–filled with soapy water and chipped cups–out the open window to the western sky,which flamed with orange and red,like heaven itself were burning to the ground. The living-room stereodelivered the "Flower Duet"from her favorite opera, Lakmé.… Continue reading

  • Forever Fasting

    Gorge yourselfone final timeon the delicaciesof the world Then fast forever,living only onthe exhalations of God. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Odd Company

    You hang with questionable companions:    loneliness,    suspicion,    fear,    anger,    hurt… Why cultivate such company?With these kinds of friends,who needs enemies? Say, then,"I've lost interest in you.I have a life to live,and you're taking uptoo much time and… Continue reading

  • The House

    I built the housesolidlyand strong–heavy shutters guard the windows,strong bolts secure the doors–an unmovable house,unshakably safe. I stand on the street,admiring my house,my sturdy, inpenetrable house.  An old woman creaks by,leaning on her walker;"Quite the house," she says. "Yes," I… Continue reading