Jealous is the Journey

Dug deep in the contrast of maple and mud, life is simply a country lane,

not often remembered, as frost heaves discourage thoughts of beauty.

Repeatedly sullied by abuse and neglect.

Ancient the way…to easier lost than found.

If a traveler does not want for much…they won’t be discouraged..

A dirt road can be a jealous journey when traveled alone.

How self-induced echos offer wicked ways to a lonely destination.

 

Fruit of Loneliness

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Now for a little I have fed on loneliness
As on some strange fruit from a frost-touched vine—
Persimmon in its yellow comeliness,
Or pomegranate-juice color of wine,
The pucker-mouth crab apple, or late plum—
On fruit of loneliness have I been fed.
But now after short absence I am come
Back from felicity to the wine and bread.
For, being mortal, this luxurious heart
Would starve for you, my dear, I must admit,
If it were held another hour apart
From that food which alone can comfort it—
I am come home to you, for at the end
I find I cannot live without you, friend.

May Sarton

 

By-Stander

Where there had once been fresh grass…now a pristine, glossy, cross.

A well intention granite bench…f8bddbaa55dc3c7074419ff08f6b46e1-932x408x1

bystander, where have you gone?

Does this mean…a universe of pipe dreams…are lost?

I look at my impression…and, a decade of dusty pipe dreams…

You had been there…quietly, in the in-between.

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Claude Cahun:

From a stoop made for one, I watch tourist town drudgery, through my own faults.

I have become a by-stander, as well.

Canary yellows with fitted foot.  Army greens abided by loose fingered hosters..

Chaos in neon posters.

Ambient lights with traces of human clues.

Sometimes sadness set upon an ocean of deep blues.

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Joesph Kildune, Toad Hall

From my everyday stoop.

Thinking of the stranger I never met…but felt I knew.

The understated cross and its forever stone pew.

Where is the by-stander…I never met…but felt I knew.

 

Tossing Karma

I tossed karma…As far as, I could banish it…Into the woods.  And, there I sat.  Basking in my ego’s afterglow.

With ice like wax drippings on the ground and the surrounding trees.  Again and again, I became caught in my own imaginings.  I felt so very, very, pleased.

Robust and giddy from my glazed revelation…And, with the sun’s regal glare.  I had not seen karma slide back to me…here, there, everywhere!

It sat lonely, once again, at my feet.  In need of grave repair.imageedit_66_5041271831

Cat Ideology #11

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“Once a cat has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection! It will make itself the companion of your hours of work, of loneliness, or of sadness. It will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society, and leaving the company of creatures of its own society to be with you.”

Theophile Gautier

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One of my biggest fears is that I am going to die alone in my home.  And, my cats will eat me because I am too far gone…to open their food cans!