Listening

I sit there

listening to a bable of people and traffic

loud and busy.

I sit here

listening to a single dog bark

far off and away.

And I am me

alone inside myself

in both places.

 

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Waiting

the waves the waves come crashing yon

while all I do is sit and fret

and it is hours til the dawn

my life is past and I’m not gone

another morn, another sunset

the waves the waves still crashing yon

Seems I linger here on death’s lawn

he hasn’t invited me inside yet

but it is hours till the dawn

I’ve nought left of guile or brawn

like an empty rental still unlet

the waves the waves are crashing yon

the wood is stacked, the logs all sawn

I’ve tidied up and I’m all set

though it is hours till the dawn

I wish I would not linger on

for death these days is not a threat

the waves the waves come crashing yon

and it is hours til the dawn

Farm Country

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Shadows

Shadows

Compost

we become

old, brown compost

weighing almost nothing

fine and dry and crumbly

we begin

wet, green, individual

heavy with promise

creating heat and gasses and smells

we are heaped

and turned together

rubbing our edges against each other

spending our heat, losing cohesion

until

one day

we are incorporated into the whole

our selves indistinguishable

from other selves

and all of us together

creating nourishment

for what comes after

 

Decay

Decay

I See The Sea

the breeze blows my hair back

and i feel no lack

i see the sea

the gulls cry

and i don’t care why

i see the sea

the sand is cold

yet i’m no longer old

i see the sea

the sky is gray

but there’s no gloom today

i see the sea

the waves roll in

not telling where they’ve been

i see the sea

and it sets me free

 

Daffodils

Brightly

yellow

fellow,

braving

cold spring rains.

Freshly

cheering,

endearing,

wafting

odoriferous gains.

Crisply

standing

undemanding,

giving

each hill a colorful mane.

 

I Am Coming Back

 

For whatever reason I feel I owe those of you who were kind enough to follow my blog an explanation. I have written very little recently. It seems that real life has intruded to such an extent that I find myself unable to write. I lack the time. In about 2 weeks things ought to settle down and I will be back. Your patience is appreciated.

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