First an apology. This should have gone out weeks ago but travelled to visit family in NJ for T’Day. And then caught a three week bug!
Speaking of Holidays I will be writing about Loss and Holidays and Anniversaries since the season is upon us. People have very different reactions.
Anyway, Writing is essential. We all think we understand our own beliefs whether on politics or religion or relationships. But when we sit down to put our ideas on paper we often find our thinking is not as crystal clear as we had believed. We are all lazy about belief systems. So WRITE!
Below I publish a poem about life in an empty house; Linda, as I have written in earlier blogs died last November of ALS. One of my nicknames for her was Koba. Koba was also Stalin’s nickname. Say what?! Linda was totally interested in the entire world around her. And when she engaged a person in a conversation she was completely focused on what they were saying, not thinking about what she was going to say next. In that way she was, as many people referred to her, sweet. But not sugary.
But when she was in a serious discussion, say with a contractor or a lawyer or on any financial issue, she could slice them onto pieces, calmly and rationally with all the facts at her command. I was a Wall Street trader and sometimes her conversations could make me cringe. So when she was in that mode I’d call her Koba. And I loved her just as much!
KOBA
Smoke goes up the chimney
But there is no fire
The sun shines brilliantly, magnificently
Glinting off the sparklinglass windows
But inside the rooms are dark
The furniture is cold
Then I feel the full heart you gave to me
And it is an ember
To keep the beauty of you alive in my soul
