Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
A Poem for a Season
In honor of the rather swift shift in our weather of late toward the cold and barren season looming before us, I dug out this little memory of the time of year just opposite…
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There is a light touch
that is somehow related
to the depth of the blue
in the sky today
standing in such stark contrast
to the green of everything
else
it makes you wonder
if you forgot to breath
would it all just end?
The sounds that dance
about this vision
of blues and greens
not only fill in the blanks
they bring about an overflowing
taking it over the top
making it nothing
short of
more than one can whelm
not just the birds
or the breeze
shaking so many leaves
even the planes
plying their brand of physics
in mother nature’s sky
but it is the smell
of each and every fragrance
unleashed by spring-to-summer dramas
that makes it all look so swell
and causes us to think
about what we didn’t tell
of the times we learned so much
they return to us again and again
when we are caught by the glorious invasion
of beauty above and beyond
sun shine bathing green things
on a blue-sky day
the last day of May
at one of our favorite places of all time
© 2007
Unrehearsed
It’s Friday of Labor Day weekend! What’s in it for you? Me, I’m hoping to get on the road before the peak rush-hour crunch and Cyndie and I will head up to our favorite getaway in northern Wisconsin. We’ll take her convertible so my car can rest for the weekend to compose itself after all it went through yesterday at the shop. Turned out that it was the drain plug, after all. They loosened it up a bit and then snugged it back down tight and with that, solved the big leak mystery. I’m a bit embarrassed but had a good laugh with the guys over it. I told them that I didn’t want to have to lay down on my dirty garage floor. That’s what I pay them to do. Except they don’t. Lay down on the floor, that is. They’ve got the fancy lift that puts the car at just the right height. If I had one of those, I would have taken care of the leak myself.
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If I could see around the corner
I would tell you what I see
but it wouldn’t really matter
cuz we’re different, you and me
and that memory that I harbor
I have shaped it as I’ve grown
so you wouldn’t even know it
as the one you’d call your own
we’ve gone our separate ways
and our lives are worlds apart
there’s a picture that I cherish
in my mind but from my heart
a collage I built of you
for which you never posed
created for myself
from the you I had supposed
would maybe somehow matter
as I tried to find my way
around my inner corners
and to this light of day
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Relative Something 