In Recovery
There's a lot I don't know
I don't know your name, for instance,
I don't know if you'll become my friend or lover
I don't know if I'd want you
to become one or the other
but
I do know your eyes are bluer
than the stream we sit beside
that they hold mysteries
I may someday want to solve
then
like those tiny fish
darting through the water
I'd have to make an effort
I'd have to risk "No" again
jeopardy is not my game
so I find it easier
to sink where fish and flesh
ignore me and I can hide, safe
to start my swim to shore
Bernadine Lortis
Along with reading,
gardening, and dabbling in watercolor, Bernadine (Bernie) has been writing
secretly and sporadically for years but began submitting in 2016 when family
responsibilities lessened. Since then, fiction, creative nonfiction and over 25
poems have been published in online journals and print anthologies including
Ariel Chart, Persimmon Tree, Mused-Bella Online, Stirring: A Literary
Collection, Silver Birch Press, Millers Pond, Poetry Super Highway, Cosmo
Funnel, Every Writer's Resource, Martin Lake Poetry, Haiku Universe and Lost
Sparrow Press. She credits love of and respect for nature to growing up on a
farm in S.W. Minnesota on the prairies of the Buffalo Ridge. With degrees in
Interior Design, Adult and Elementary Education and Real Estate licensure,
after a short time in San Francisco and Iowa she settled in St. Paul, MN, with
her husband near their daughter.
elegant and heartbreaking. good for the soul.
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