An exercise in futility. Trudging over open snow. Lonesome for place in which to go. To reminisce... while the quiet, that envelopes me. If only the silence held... For all to witness. For particles of elements. The slimmest of hopes... To see. Still I struggle with a snow stroll. And, still I will walk, long … Continue reading Lonesome is the Snow
Shallow is the heartbeat that rages a distended river. Darkened and hearkened, by space and time. A silence to the mossy flow. And, weathered innocence the only true forgiver. Amidst the cool watery breath. Laps of a sauntering solitude... Await a crested wake. Pockets of hushed calm within the raging river. Weathered innocence the only … Continue reading Beneath the Bridge
There is a farm, awaiting an oak to tumble and fall. I am not sure... I would have the same glorious, gall. Roughing it out, insidious and meek, hands partaking the thanks... And, the giving. Could I forbade this bulk of life and give it, allowance. Heavy husk may overcome me. And, saunter the words, … Continue reading Letting My Impediments Loose
On and on, a breeze. Endlessly, the rain. Yet, no place leftover. That would keep the sane. With a hush blowing in the winds. And, late clover, for all cares. A shadow of far off distances. And, the knowledge of winter's stare.
“Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.” Walt Whitman Upon, first sight, a tingling fear of the social orphan. The messenger from a village made of stone. She wore no 'safety' harness, while traveling … Continue reading the Secret to Making the Best Person