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A mash up of several poems that may work as one. Experimental but tame.
Marketing
I leave notes in them
Who said I’m going to market
Words, I’ve heard, are free
Stones
My palm warmed the stone
I plucked from the many
As we trod long across unfamiliar awaiting discovery
Before the steep
Before the onset of fear
Before staccato breaths bred control
I paused at a rubble pile
Sacred someone says
Safe passage to those who leave an offering
Balanced here in morning’s light
Horses
From above I saw them
Trio of pale mountain travellers
Sipping slipstream cooling parched tongues
Coats reflective of filtered autumn sun
Unhurried untamed unworried
Aware yet unmoved by human presence
I stood watching still as a stone
And imagined us as one untethered beast
Oh fleet footed wild ones
Were I able I’d run with you
After winds at our backs
Manes like wings flashing as we gallop high
To perilous wanderings of these unpredictable shadowy mountains
Traveller
In the deepest places
we are hesitant to travel
Fearful of what it is we may find
Wary wingless travellers
tread soft upon your path
One thing always leads to another
Eddie’s blues
I remember us singing sad old blues songs
how I would watch your lips for a cue
You would assure me by the look in your eyes
tell me I was doing well
And you played your guitar just like an angel
followed my voice in harmony
You played your guitar just like an angel
You’ll always be a part of me
Your daddy never did understand you
Said you never learned to be a man
Put your music and you down as worthless
Left you for lost he was a broken man
Night after night you played your heart out
Your fingers gave your soul some release
I know now that you were never meant to get old
I just hope that you found some peace
And you played your guitar just like an angel
followed my voice in harmony
You played your guitar just like an angel
You’ll always play on for me
I am not a fighter
You’d think with all my strength and will
I could break free this flimsy cage contains me waiting
You’d expect I would try
But conditioning takes effect
And you being such a convincing master
Instead I pace my allotted circle wide eyed with expectation
I comply with temporary surrender
Bravado Fear Submission
Seeing the basket meant to carry vegetables or flowers
A joyful attractive thing not a container to save you
The unsavoury experience of splatter
Your authority soiled by my blood.
Cheers to the moon
Here’s to the garden man
raises a sign on country road
hopes some passersby may come
buy vegetables
He digs deep his rich garden dirt
while his dog sniffs up your walking shoes
Here’s to his beaten chair
worn from sun baking
contemplating how long must he wait
for good news
Here’s to hours after midnight
gazing up at silent skies
listening to solace rolling through
still as art on the wall
Here’s to the moon
shining bright like a headlight
take a breath take it in
let down your delicate within
for now everything feels alright
NATURE
You can tell
looking through the hole of life
You can predict
what may happen
You can change
but only for good reason
You can slip
so easily these days
You can cry
though no one may hear you
You can wish
though no one may care
You can change
but your steps leave footprints
You can slip
so easily these days
opening
There’s an opening in the sky
bright like idea clouds over head
Watch out for tall trees
Watch out for wind in rain drenched leaves
Watch out for burdens
taking up too much of your waking time
Pull me close
Pull me over to the side of this road
when you’re speeding
I will pass you through
My green will slow your heart down
