Flea Market Snowshoe

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Flea Market snowshoes had been my last hope.  And, I knew well enough, falling up would be easier to achieve than down.

Both being a natural achievement that comes with little sound.

Still!  There had been an organic urge.

The kind set within a pit.  Lit up.  Flamed and encouraged.

All of the elements wound itself…in a curiosity, I would not purge.

I began to walk upon frozen picnic tables, brutish mountain waters.

And, varying unearthly objects of a similar kind.

Nothing more than…raw, risky behavior by design.

 

Snow white it’s Blue

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So snow white it’s blue

Along the route of…

Old is new

Slate to tin roofs.

You can see dusky corn rows

and,

into the heart of tomorrow.

All the while,

snow white sorrow

Pretentious and antiquated and ancient and misspoken.

Glimpses of a past paid for in tokens.

Granite blue and red with sunset morale.

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So snow white it’s blue

Deserted fields with one lone buxom cow.

Gingerbread, maple and fire sift the air.

It would seem the newest of England does not care.

A postal box envisioned by primitive design.

Last stop…missing the sign.

Wildlife encounters and other oblique…traveling shows

Mountains upon mountains of nowhere to go.

Snow white would only be fit the beguiled few

“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”  ― Robert Frost
“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”
― Robert Frost

A narrow state of mind…nothing new.

Grandpa’s Deere up on wooden blocks.

Too many, too many’s, pawned at the shop.

Looks like Poe’s the raven.

Feels like Frost’s haven.

Fierce farmland, as far as, the vulture flies

Windchill’s torment a native daughter’s third eye.

Styrofoam sounds like dripping mountain dews.

Underneath, snow white so blue.

Piney sap.

So snow white it's blue
So snow white it’s blue

A Mother’s milk and Mother’s mishap.

Skin stretched out over a dimming fall

Stoned in granite over it all.

Scenic one leading to one more.

Agape, another English styled country store.

Clothes lines made up of crippled shaker chairs.

Bumper-ed Harley’s loosing their flare.

So snow white it's blue
So snow white it’s blue

It is a granite state of mind…

Earthen embryo by design…

Handicapped by Nature

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An anchor tied to me…made of nylon and other inorganic matter.

Material that does not budge.

For all the wrong reasons…it is an impediment…closer than blood.

Weening myself… I trudge over glorious granite…dismembered wooden limbs.

Into the belly of nature.

Forcing a battle of all my will and woes.

Assuming without my hindrance…I cannot go…

Where others go!

Deep in the stomach of lost rivers…I find I am the only fool…I know.

Traveling minus a crutch…

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Rising to the challenge…Strong against my device…

As bold as, my boldest foe.

 

Being Blue

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such a simple twist in the road

a braid to an oak

convulsion to wood…that has laid itself down

I endeavor to tone out…the tone of a word my whole journey through

just one inflection

one meaning

cuts into my tears that fall such as, dew

turning a blue sky…into a crass hue

with ease my hike becomes a formidable shade of blue

perfect is the storm…weighted down by words

blue sky…easily turned to a crass hue

Hiking with Humility

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Not quite able to walk just transfixed to the ground.

To not follow sound but to look up…as well as, down.

Not within total comfort to glance all around.

With every notched nook and cranny…

With every trail that is not well-traveled…

Perhaps, a stumble.

Perhaps, a pitfall.

However, I am seeing more aptly than I had before.

Before the beginning…

the middle…

of bad bones.

It has been a struggle that has welcomed beholding top branches of trees.

Until now, being human allots…’I will not always feel this bold.’

To ‘suffer in silence’ as so many have been told.

Still, the gentle persuasion floating in earth’s tranquility…

the out and about business of chipmunks and birds…

and, pollinating Bumble bees.

All the ability of humility.

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