Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Yesterday's Bones

 Yesterday's bones
Always there
Weaved into my soul
Carried with care 
Sometimes a little heavy
But they are mine after all
Shaped by my eyes
My mind and my heart
I collected them  
Without knowing
As I traveled by night



"as much as I tried I couldn't stay within 140 characters of the prompt for twitter poetry on http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca. I am to long winded" :)









Saturday, April 21, 2018

Odin

 You appear
On a schedule that is your own
Days weeks pass 
Then I will sense you
You might prance regally
Along the shore line
Or magically reveal yourself
At forest edge
Sitting majestically
With a knowing look

There will be conversation
Between my eyes and yours
We are similar in some ways
Age and experience
Weighs heavy on our souls
Lone wanderers we are
I have marked my land
As you marked yours
Each giving respect grown over time
We have accepted each other
A peace treaty of sorts

A stretch, a yawn
A nod of the head
You will be gone
Charging me no tarriff
A grace I return





Friday, April 20, 2018


Yesterday's struggles
Become the Blues of today
Notes of the soul
Carried through time
On ageless strings of the heart
With voices
Riding the wind

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Temptation



Born to wander
Along the edges
Knowing deep inside
One day your shadow
Will spring from fate's door
To lay at the boundary
Of my canopy of trust
Those questions
Lightly tapping on my soul
Answers rustling in the wind


Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Retreat to 1956


Surrounded by concrete canyons
Flying SUV's going nowhere really
Chirping cell phones
An unending tide of humanity
Shots fired News at six
Yet another protest about who knows what
Headline News blaring 24/7
Snake oil politicians of all stripes
Like portly carnival barkers
Casting for votes
 I have been here to long
Sanity preserved by escape
Just a few days

None of it invades this private place
 In these woods
It's decades ago time travel backwards
Filled with mementos from an era
My soul remains to this day

The old kitchen table
Arborite top and chrome metal legs
Vinyl covered chairs slightly tattered
Frigidaire icebox still going strong 
Walls adorned with pictures and signs
Flying A gas, Burma Shave here
The old Blaupunkt HiFi plays records
I have stashed away
On couch in the evening Scotch in my hand
Letting the music take me back
To a place I understand

 The stress drains away
Basking in the glow
Of the wagon wheel chandelier
Thought, memories
And a reinvention of my inner self
Flows freely
As the calendar steps back reading 1956



Saturday, April 14, 2018

Thirty Six



Running hard
Thirty six straight hours
Blizzards on Wyoming winds
Slowed me down

Salt Lake in the mirror
Thirty six straight hours
Running on adrenaline and desire
South on I 15

Las Vegas in the morning
Thirty six straight hours
Singing with all my heart
Willie, Waylon and the boys

Sliding through Mesquite
Thirty six straight hours
Hoping I don't hit
The wall of fatigue

As I crest Railway Pass
Thirty six straight hours
The Valley of Fire
Lays before me

Ls Vegas in the morning
Thirty six straight hours
Before I rest
Once again

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Chambers

They sit behind the entrance
To those chambers of my soul
Reserved rooms for lessons learned
Not locked but latched
In those times of confusion
Or second thought
Draw strength from what sits
Behind those doors

Yesterday's Bones

 Yesterday's bones Always there Weaved into my soul Carried with care  Sometimes a little heavy But they are mine after all...