Poems from esther.luttrell.7
After years of writing commercials and educational films, I ended up at CBS and then MGM. Sold screenplays and was story consultant for producers and studios. Now I write mysteries, but it's the little book of poems, Alone is Such a Long, Long Time, I'm most pleased with. It's really just for me, but I'm sharing it with anyone else who has ever lost a loved one ... maybe they died, maybe only their affection died, it in the end, it's all the same.
What do you do mornings?
Do you bramble‑chase skirts
or fly kites
or seek something
I can't begin to imagine?
I've wondered......
From beneath the dogwood tree
I listened to wind rustling
across housetops
and through daisy fields
till it was...
I know the lonely days by heart.
Even as a child
floating my ship to school
across enemy seas,
with its peppermint sails unfurled,
I...
Half a day past morning
with nowhere to go
but on.
I turn away
from the thought of you
somewhere,
this moment,
moving along avenues...
There is no day left
to this December,
no scotch in the hollow cabinet
no ashes left from when you
sat beside the candle…
I lie in the...