farmhouse by the side of the road
dogs loved and lost
sumac fading to rose
where have you been?
what have you been told?
a warm rain dribbles on my mountain pained skin
alerting me…simplicity must come around again
there has been no shame to the backroads, traveled from within
lost in the wandering towards autumn’s color
reminds me of the hot touch of sun on cotton
have I traveled so far that there maybe a rejection of nature’s law
or, is there possibility that I can wait until spring’s thaw?
It is a worry
the circling of many a crow
I cannot avoid the chaos maneuvering…
just below the surface
Vast, mingling, elements casting spells seamlessly
without a sound
Though my actions be deliberate and quiet
Most observations are eager
So much so,
I yearn for the simplicity of a clown
Why is it…
I cannot scratch a basic itch when no evidence found
And, still be invoked to chewing gum while helping turtles destined to go…
where they are bound
the trinkets that clutter my path?
What others find useless?
Abhorrent items of dimming demise?
These treasures, placed alone,
but not lonely, discarded by the wise.
my impediments to grasp?
Behold the brass and trashy ring.
Whilst the melee be over
seemingly rudimentary things?
I suppose, a cherish to all, would-be, the surmise.
Perhaps, a charm had been given to another.
And, with little esteem or commotion
found the acreage below my feet.
A sense of awe omits to find a boulder among the sandpit.
What sort of apparition gather here?
Laying the yesterdays at my stand.
Laying the given ever so near.
Restraint by a shaft of evidence.
Not conclusive to ideals.
A melancholy orange…peeled.
Is it vanity that brings me here?
For every indulgence that tells me, no.
For all the voices that fill an empty village and clutter the soul.
In the belly below a need arises from reflective window.
Such visions of clarity when I ‘cannot see myself as others do.’
Just snippets of what I used to do.
Sketched among the floundering breeze.
Simple recollections not made to appease.
Best to be part of the world…than just in it!
It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe! -Ali