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    What happens Next

    Fresh trends have quickly turned stale
    Memories of loss linger too long.
    Hints that try to be subtle lead to
    disappointment. Sex is too soon.
    forgotten

    Life has become a palate of left-overs.
    Yesterday and the day before mix
    into dreams of toasty mornings
    that never yielded to the fantasy
    afternoons of “What could have been”

    words" subtle, toast, mix, palate, yields, sex, lingering,
    trends, soul, fresh, hints"

  • Reconsideration

    Reconsideration

    Fragile is the thread that binds
    The darkness to the light.

    Hidden in the muddy crossroads
    A single crocus blooms
    We stumble through a cold,
    Unending night.
    Through the silence, a screech owl’s
    Warning cry
    Stirs the sleeping birds

    Behind the clouds, the moon and stars
    Shine on.
    Preparing for it season , the rose awaits.

    Nature continues, through darkness
    And through dawn.

    An urge for suicide pauses and is gone.

    words: crossroads, fevor, rose, crocus, thread, birds, owl
    suicide, fhorns, mud, shine, night

  • After a Lond Darkness, Light

    After a long darkness, light.

    A spark of joy emerges like the sun
    At the ending of a cold, grey rain
    That has lasted days and nights uncounted.

    Conversations grown jaded, repeating
    Words that long ago ceased to satisfy
    Standing at the doorway, neither out not in.

    Somewhere along the way, we have realized
    To slash and burn will only provide the
    Seed-bed for the greater violence of tomorrow.

  • The Seer had Seen it all

    The Seer had Seen it all

    A glint of steel in the stranger’s hand –
    The deputy blinked, the prisoner closed his eyes.
    Someone he knew waited in the shadows.

    The daughter, alone in the kitchen
    Basting a turkey she had prepared for the men
    Smiled at the diamond she wore. No seer
    Would warn her to get out of the way…

    Three men had left for the mountain and one would
    Return – the bearer of bad news. The remains
    Of handcuffs dangled from his pocket

    Was it the smell of the roasting, now burning
    Turkey that drove the men crazy? They
    Shouted and cursed and ripped the steel bars down.

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    Like A Broken-down Machine

    “Chickens come home to roost” we heard them say
    Loud enough so we might keep away
    We children of the man who didn’t see the train
    Or maybe saw the future, and used his brain…
    We grew up helter-skelter, watched our Ma
    Stagger from the liquor store, just like our Pa…
    Hypnotized with guilt, she tortured herself with gin
    Convinced that it was she who committed the greater sin.
    Her “mornings after” started out the same
    I remember gloomy clouds and rain…
    Our brother moved away, put on a uniform
    Swore he’d never return to this place where he was born.
    Listened to her blame herself, wiped away her tears
    Spread lotion on her weakened legs, comforted her fears.
    No gimmick yet invented can take away our pain
    We live our lives but once, we can’t go back again.

    Like A Broken-down Machine

    “Chickens come home to roost” we heard them say
    Loud enough so we might keep away
    We children of the man who didn’t see the train
    Or maybe saw the future, and used his brain…
    We grew up helter-skelter, watched our Ma
    Stagger from the liquor store, just like our Pa…
    Hypnotized with guilt, she tortured herself with gin
    Convinced that it was she who committed the greater sin.
    Her “mornings after” started out the same
    I remember gloomy clouds and rain…
    Our brother moved away, put on a uniform
    Swore he’d never return to this place where he was born.
    Listened to her blame herself, wiped away her tears
    Spread lotion on her weakened legs, comforted her fears.
    No gimmick yet invented can take away our pain
    We live our lives but once, we can’t go back again.

  • Trash Heaps, their latest role

    Trash Heaps, Their Latest Role

    Gone is the sense of being connected
    Still vital in these broken days
    From speeches to poems, all quickly scribbled
    Spoken once, their notes immediately thrown away.

    Few things last beyond their time of use
    Even printed forms are rarely kept beyond the hour
    The craft of writing limited to decorated signs
    The largest piles of trash, a sign of growing power.

    words: connected, broken, poems, speeech, giblets, signs, stripes, vital, sense, away, sheets strip

  • Fill our Pockets with Posies

    Fill our pockets with posies

    A small pause to identify
    When we add sticks to the flames.
    Desire need not polarize
    Sometimes love lingers in the remains.

    Ashes, ashes, the children sing
    Ashes of love, the bitter refrain
    Pretty posies, a touch of joy
    Forget discernment, love is a game.

    Wordle 28 Sept. 2014

  • Questions I Cannot Answer

    Questions I Cannot Answer

    Beyond the hills, the mean sun set.
    The color of blood had spilled and spread
    Across the sky, all ready for sleep -
    Innocence shred, I tried not to weep.

    A wall of windows and mountains beyond.
    We picked at our meal, not much was gone
    “I passed my tests – they told me so”
    she whispered with pride, what else could she show?

    The hospital famous for children’s care
    My pestering questions, I would not dare
    Disturb that balance we had achieved
    I fluffed her pillow, I still believed

    In modern medicine’s words of cheer
    “Hospital” is “Medical Center “: here.
    Through the long night, with jello and tea
    I watched from the space arranged for me.

  • A Discovery

    A Discovery

    Had we finally come to the edge of howhere?
    All day we had followed the shallow, meandering river
    Empty of fish, perhaps empty of all life, but we
    Drank the water – found it cool and comforting..

    A dismal afternoon. Pale sunlight passing through
    Clouds that peered in and out from the brown hills.

    It was Rose that spotted the horses. Three of them,
    Almost a family, skeletons almost, startled when
    They saw our signal gun. We had run out of
    Bullets long ago, but hoped it would make a would-
    Be attacker think again. It made the horses keep
    A distance between us. Their manes were thin and
    Stringy. It was doubtful if they had ever been ridden.
    Actually it was odd that they had not yet landed
    Inside someone’s dinner pot.

    Best to take care. Plants still grew around here
    That we knew were poisonous. Perhaps the
    Horses could eat them with no ill effects, but
    Their meat might be tainted.

    If something looks too good to be real, then it
    Probably isn’t.

    Words: dismal, meandering, thrust, bath, rose
    Locks, spot, horses, plant, bullets, signal, edge.

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  • Ceremony

    Ceremony

    Out of Africa, those ancient rites began
    Beneath the dark night sky, a candle lit
    By hand,
    Forgotten words broke the stillness of the night
    Unknown transgressions, were we right?
    To claim our own, our remembered
    Invocations, our share of the light.

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