What is Left

I’ve a bronze star in front of me,
But all stars fade away with time.
The season for travel is over.
No more good foods and drink.
All the days are passing and
Sleep is in abundance.

Even Sister Catherine who diligently
Would come to visit as a regular,
Has been reduced to a pawn on a chess board.

Airways narrow, bodies decline
Minds draw blank between…
Lost and foreign to self,
To the ability.

Broken
I see so many broken
With just enough sentence form
Or movement to state there is
Something still alive.
Unwilling to give up and throw
The final towel in defeat.

-Sonja J Phinney © 20-Sep-2007

Patch Worked

Unlike the medium,
I am attached to the living.
Taking on the life charge across the miles
Holding your pen in my hand
And another’s laughter in my lungs
As my feet kick about leaves in another country far
From where I sit.

I am attached to the living,
But how is it I am feeling so vast?
There is a network out there
A network weaving through our lives.
It is a wonder I can keep my
Taurean feet on the ground.

Sonja J. Phinney  ©  18-Sep-2007