I thought I heard you coming up the drive.
Gravel crunched beneath your wheels.
I waited, head cocked, in my dormer studio
Still hands above the easel
Counting the seconds
But you never came.
Let their be Peace on Each and every person who thinks
when the waltz of the waves
transcends the whale
eyes like mountains ride the gale
thundering ben hur
chariot on oceans of bubbling slaves
returning to azure
and the rythm of measured staves
Blessing yourself also, algis.k. Cheers.
I wish that I was there with you
I can see you in my minds eye
You'd be sitting with your leg up
Having broken your left foot.
You'd look up and see me coming, and say
Something really stupid,
Like, "This is Bush country girl,
and we don't take to traitors,"
And then I'd pretend to tremble
And say, "Ooh, I guess I should be scared then"
And then you'd laugh your crazy laugh and say
"Get on up here and give me some sugar."
And then I'd commence to giggling
While I hugged your neck real hard.
Then we'd sit and snap some beans or shell some peas or shuck some corn
And with supper on the stove, we'd start talkin' about the war
You'd be leaning to the right, and I'd be leaning to the left
But we'd meet up in the middle cause we come from the same place
As the sun began to set, we'd be back out on the porch
You'd be sipping from a Lone Star, I'd be drinking a Corona
You would call me "high falutin'"
And I'd call you an old cowboy
Then we'd eat banana puddin'
And sing Little Brown Jug.
*I miss you Uncle Dale
I love the quality of the posts on this thread. Never seen anything like it. I hope it never ends.
'Nanner puddin'
nuthin better than
speschally made
like only momma can
Mornin Ed .... you dry out yet?
You always manage to make me cry
The days you leave and say goodbye
There are no good thoughts in this weary head
You hurt me so much that you leave my soul dead
~ you know who you are.
candles burning in the daylight
all flames not bright enough to see
but as darkness enters twilight
flames engulf in unity
whistling wind upon the tree tops
swaying gently to the sound
flames flicker an emotion
dancing melody and song
you may hear it from a distance
as soft breezes brush your hair
and see the brightness surrounding
if you listen you will hear
#13 5:30 a.m.
an early morning riser
on the last day of September
watches from her window
as a white-faced mama possum
and a train of near-grown young
hie down the blackberry border
ahead of breaking dawn
now the street stands silent,
a photograph in shades of gray
the only movement stars
that blink out, one by one
as lights in neighboring houses
snap on in tandem with the rising sun
reflected on the dewy lawn
Thanks Carolotta for your response to my poem-I've enjoyed reading yours the last few weeks too.
Hey Edgar - this is one of my favorite threads too. Lots of good thoughts here.
My head is utterly empty tonight - so no spontaneity to share - just wanted to say thank you and have a good week-end.
Hi EB, thanks for the nod !
whatever hAPPENED TO NODDY ?
#14 The Monster
A plot of swaying cottonwoods, a conifer or two
A single white birch standing, that's always been my view
And the monster rose so stealthily I hardly even knew
It gobbled up the timber, and grew and grew and grew.
A wooden glaze-eyed squatter, I hardly gave it mind
This morning it was full-grown, a horrid thing to find
Rib-backed joists so sinister and slatted teeth that grind
I fear that little offspring cannot be far behind
A plot of swaying cottonwoods, a conifer or two
No matter how I weep and moan, I can't get back that view
are the smiling jaws of crocodiles
whims or is they wiles
for those smiles may be finite
but the teeth go on for miles
the canvas on the water
stretching high and wide
the painters masterpiece
of endless sky and ocean
gulls in a wide beat
and diving porpoise that smile
a mast on the horizon
of pirate or garbage scow
a sun thats an emblem
a signature and a law
Just talk to me, don't turn away,
Tell me the things you didn't say,
I want to see behind those eyes,
To see the truth and see the lies.
If only we could be as one,
All of our hardships over and done,
And be united in desires,
As the heat from two dif'rent fires.
We'd walk meadows under clear sky,
And in the night, with you I'd lie,
In love, among the daffodils
'Till my heart fills -'till my breath stills.
#15
Mother's getting older
It's hard to face, it's hard to see.
When did her voice become so feeble
And her cane rest at her knee?
When did she start demurring
To her daughter's primacy?
This is a cruel mystery:
That someone as strong as she
So independent all her life
Abides now quite dependently
Because she endured
Because she is old
Well written carlotta...you have reminded me of my own mother.
leaves are changing in the garden
as the fog begins to rise
the chill of this October
change color before your eyes
frost is on the pumpkin
dew is in the grass
as the smile of summer fades away
autumn comes to pass
