Rememberance


Peace starts small
     a reaching out
             a touch
Forgiveness offered on an open palm

     the quiet sound
          of a lifted wing

raises the dead.



© Ruth Anderson Donovan

Nancy drinks in songs
      she cups them in her hands
            they leave as swallows.




© Ruth Anderson Donovan

Since I cannot rock you
feed you rhubarb pie
or pancakes, take you home
or give you flowers
I make poems.




© Ruth Anderson Donovan

      In Sleep Lies Ocean

Everything dissolves in dreams
     and moves, as water moves,
          seeking the sea
Nothing explains what keeps
      these shores in place
       these lakes within their bounds
           for the earth is round
         as sleep is round
  Mind's rivers run your hills
              my hills
       in sleep
       lies ocean



© Ruth Anderson Donovan

This poem appears in 

Stroll of Poets - The Anthology 1995

Lament For Via Rail


It's the end of the steel,
        end of the mettle
     whistle stop,
      train stop,
          (where is it going to?)
         bus stop,
       full stop.
               
End of the line?

  O
     Canada.




© Ruth Anderson Donovan