My childhood friend died this week and a wide net is cast on the world to embrace our memories! Now as I work in such a small amount of time; I see how I have cast my web which expresses my art in memories! Abstractions in my poetry are found as I work. I know what is seen or read or heard depends on the mind of those who look from their lives! There are many meanings to even one sentence, one brush stroke. Clarity finds words spreading in circles, stretching across the canvas of my life. I am the artist and as I open to be seen. I release without expectations; only hope! Yet now I am being defined by her memory. We were sisters, without blood, as our childhood was meshed together. I spent a lot of time at her home. She had a family, Mother, father and two brothers, my mother and I ate many a family dinner there. She ate everything, I picked and gagged on green beans. She played the piano and taught me chop sticks. That was the extent of my music lessons. As we entered our teen years we sat in the bathroom exploring our bodies, separately. Hiding there, sitting on the floor, we looked and giggled. This was a time when it was all considered; that anything below our waist and above were private parts. As preteens we were going to break the rules. Oh there were so many of rules. She was beautiful with breasts already and I had none. We began to drift, however our connection continued. Bonnie is Gone. Can I write a poem about such a concrete part of my life? I hope so, It will come!
