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lyrics, Poetry

Eddie’s blues

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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

Photography, Poetry

I am not a fighter

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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.

Photography, Poetry

Cheers to the moon

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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

Poetry

Review

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Who will I write my letters to now you’ve sailed away

Who will answer from the distance of your wandering footsteps keeping time

Who will play the melody to my songs when finally I sing again

Who will recollect the pictures when so few occupied spaces in your mind

Who will I believe you’d become over hardened years

Who will I invite for our reunion when will and courage align

Who was it I imagined could hold on to some thinning thread between

Who was it in the room to notice your slow graceless fall

Who was it you liked to call your only friend

Who was it called your number disconnected

Who was it arrived to knock at a pale door where life had fled

Who is it hears your song playing long and wan and deep in the after

Who is it captures your drawings in this wooden frame

Who is it plants white lilies on your lonesome grave

Who is it remembers the proper spelling of your name

Photography, Poetry

Aftervillage

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Amid quiet crumbling beauty

we tread with light deliberate steps

watchful for what could happen

for some unexpected opening in this damp and fragile earth

into which we may fall

Here lies evidence of possibility

we see through our sunglass obscured eyes

all there is to see of what remains after abandonment and its aftermath

decay in slow motion

a death in silence

What will we have learned having come as witnesses

to imagine what was and then what has become juxtaposed

And can we say with conviction in our voices when we emerge

from this moist sinking landscape

to walk again on the even ground of modernity

that we understand

Who left first and who was the last to cross the bridge

Who won

How shiny was the prize?

 

 

Observation, Photography, Poetry

Cap Signs

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Walking, I sometimes see

Objects sparkle

Objects calling to me

Yes, I know about desire

Danger danger verywhere

Still, conscious of potential

I stoop, I reach

I take a closer look

There are messages in odd places

Walking, I sometimes take

Slip a stone inside my pocket or

Prop a cap up on a bridge

Over this murky brook

For you to find sometime.