Category Archives: poetry

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The Days Between Rain

The days between rain and intermittent deluges are increasing in duration.
My garden is thirsty, the palette is dry.
I cried you a river filled with sorrows, and was healed by the joyful release.

© 2017, Theresa Mae Funk. All rights reserved.

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Nine Words of Encouragement

You can do more than you think you can.

While you were away, I struggled with my power and created dances for mad girls
singing love songs of despair.
Pablo Neruda would have been proud of my endeavor.

I have no photographic image to show you the grace with which I moved,
only nine words of encouragement that I utter upon awakening from the dream:

You can do more than you think you can.

© 2016, Theresa Mae Funk.  All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

 

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37 Days Adrift

© 2016, Theresa Mae Funk.

It’s well known that he who returns never left…
(an excerpt from the Pablo Neruda poem Goodbyes)

After 37 days of self-imposed exile, I sit down at my desk in the day’s fading light to write these few lines,
taking pleasure in knowing that my quiet return has not disturbed your slumber.
I’ve been drifting on a river full of memories and dreams while casting off  regrets and wonder,
If my absence went unnoticed, why is it that I care?

© Theresa Mae Funk, 2016. All rights reserved.