Monthly Archives: April 2011


Having lingered over the course
Of a day’s entirety
Overflowing their hearts
Into the twilight hours

It was too much to hope
The euphoria would sustain
Souls separated in slumber
To touch a newborn day

But a note awaited her sleepy return
Left at dawns early hour
Filled with love and promises of forever
Upon her feathered pillow

His kiss so soft still felt upon her cheek
His gentle whisper heard in her ear
As the brush of his hand
Across silver streaked raven strands

She sat alone in an empty bed
Holding his words close to her heart
Closed her burning tear-filled eyes
Choking on a sob as she called out his name

My love
My light
My need
My want
My one
My only

Pulse of my heart…

©2011 Jill Terry


It’s the sorting of self
When you don’t understand
How it is you really feel
What it is you really want

Believing in a time
That may or may not come
Standing still and alone
Watching it pass you by

It’s the certainty of death
In having felt and watched it descend
Wrapping round taking hold
And still being unable to move

It’s the black and white questions
That cannot be answered
Truth and its consequence
No longer denied

When our lives
Can’t wait for the answer
Is the unanswered question

©2011 Jill Terry


In its infinite existence
As their souls were connected

In their flow of communion
As they dared to dream it

Giving in to it
No matter the price
Running away from it
Because of the cost

Long dark clouds
That lingered and loomed
Praying they wouldn’t
Last forever

Holding out hope
That the light of the sun
Would somehow indeed
Outlive them all

And a single kiss
Would erase the tears
Bringing a measure of happiness
That was denied for so long

©2011 Jill Terry


It was during the shift change, well past dark when they entered her room. They stood in the little alcove donning their paper gowns and gloves; the curtain pulled that separated the entryway from the actual room where she lay.

They called out her name but she didn’t answer, so they naturally assumed she was sleeping; but she was wide awake, more awake and aware than she had been in years. Not because she wanted to be, she much preferred to stay inside her own impenetrable world, but the universe had snatched her out of that world and forced her eyes wide open; where she stared into the face of truth and didn’t at all care for what she found there.

“This is the best patient on the whole floor, never makes a fuss, no matter how many times we wake her to take blood and hasn’t asked for a thing the whole time she’s been here,” she heard one of them say. “Mm, you can smell her flowers all the way out here,” the other nurse answered. “Have you seen them, they’re beautiful.”

“I did, I saw them yesterday. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.”

“She is, isn’t she? Reminds me of Elizabeth Taylor.”

“That’s who it is; been driving me crazy for days, trying to figure out who she looks like! I bet she gets told that a lot.”

“Probably so; but you know, they say she hasn’t had a single visitor all week?! Just her husband and son, and they don’t come till late in the evening and only stay for about an hour.”

“Hmm…maybe that explains the sadness in her eyes.”

She lay perfectly still and quiet, listening to the two women whose care she had been left in, banter, compare, assess, and analyze her, as if she weren’t there; the only movement giving proof of her existence, in the form of her beating heart, the unknown, unmonitored thoughts that whirled through her mind and the tears that dripped from her eyes, like giant raindrops that meet their final destination before they have a chance to run and leave their temporary mark on the surface.

©2011 Jill Terry

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