The stream (all workshops)
The wind is gusty, rain is cold
and falling down in sheets.
Staying home bound's getting old
( I tire of eating snacks and sweets. )
I usually love the leafless trees
but not on days so wet and dreary,
even the wildlife all agrees
of clouds and cold they're also weary.
But it's warm and dry inside.
I think I'll light a cheery fire
to chase the chill from my child bride.
perhaps to kindle new desire ?
Was it a push or a fall?
You denied any violence ever happened at all.
I watched you slowly crawling up the stairs
then waited as you lie there
too afraid and stunned for my teardrops to fall
I listened to him rage and kept my back against the wall.
Most nights I lay there in the dark
hearing every cry you would make
I felt your fear and closed my eyes
torn between relief and guilt
hoping to shut out your pleas for mercy’s sake
for that night I was spared.
I love to take walks
While big heavy snow flakes
Dance in the sky
They are in no hurry
In a hurried world
Their beauty is in their silence
I like to lift my face towards heaven
As angels sprinkle the flakes
Upon my lashes
And the tip of my tongue
They make me dream dreams
They calm me
When I need to be calmed
They put peace in my soul
When I have reached that place
That no one can take away from me
I slip back to the warmth of a fire place
And drink hot chocolate
the wild West Texas wind
seduced a little tumbleweed
says you look like you need a friend
huffed and puffed and she was freed
she tumbled from town to town
caught up in the summer breeze
she's seems nowhere to be found
another flirt and just a little tease
will she ever settle down
let someone hold her tight
maybe she will stick around
give things time to work out right
Barding!
The poems,
three of them,
Were as an inspiration
by Seren,
She asked me to
pack up my old templates
And write a new,
So the
River Of No Return,
became due.
Then Shirley said
Rainbows,
which you have to
Comment perhaps too
Later,
a third one was written
Their Different Ways,
Inspired by the American
And
Canadian
Hence three poems
Hope was in driver's seat
coursing on the subconscious freeway
dreaming to a pseudo destination
just beyond the stretch of imagination
Flashes of brilliance leading to a tunnel
"Park your bodies , let go of your final breath,
This way to Salvation"
proclaimed the Signage
Silence
You have no friends for company
So you entertain your transparent ghosts
Together you walk hand in hand
With your translucent hosts
They feed you words of violence
Used to break the perfect silence
You stare at the walls in misery
So you listen to your invisible demons
Together you talk face to face
With your crystalline fiends
Their lies you happily spread
Open their mouths to be spoon-fed
I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium
My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading
I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent
I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days
I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat
I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach
I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls
I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth
Growing weary of talking
at the end of the night
we fall into each other
loosing our grip
on the boundaries of Self
We begin to merge
becoming One
Then, she stirs
with a wriggle and
a trump
wakes with a smile
We laugh,
Our Oneness interrupted
`
hapless indulgences
animated silences
quiver
hankered imagination
ambiguous synapses
quibble
each way you turn
each thought you churn
new lessons learn
potted flower plants
line your driveway
mind you don't crush them
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