July 6, 2011
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comparing times
(picture is of Bear Lake Colorado with twinges of snow - http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5372070046_634089b491.jpg )
Wooden Nickle Redemptions.
the sawtooth shadows
of teeth that can only grind
against the sky. old they are
unable to rip and shred.
the path out was to be again
wastelands of puzzle pictures died
more was dead than alive.
an open grave of memories that once thrived
I had seen again that of 8 yrs old
winter snows and a waterfall
frozen solid through as jewelry
no, that magic’s trampled
to cringe to touch
the sinkless stall of a room
where even paper white seems suspect
relief is no pleasure but sin.
why so quiet
I really saw so much of nothing
every oo I was screwed out of
and then worried after as I took my times to explore
to know how to contribute
what or even to connect
I’m bereft
I’m just expected to know
once upon a time I did.
I fought to deaths
I was shown how I often bludgeoned on my dreams
and lost ev’ry battle to details
to say I saw somber
discovered what’s to be cleared
before fires rage through all
both good and the hurt
only to see how if I don’t try
any other can and will
drop the sodas to spray the cars
to grill up memories lakeside.
I found then epiphany
I’m just of a lesser god
with the wooden nickle redemptions
and yet I’ve my Resurrection.
Comments (3)
Beautiful picture to accompany a complex tapestry of memory, scene and mood that you depict in your poem. Some parts of nature seem so unjust and others so masterful and inconceivable. Quite the counterpoint. Just my take.
@bluezenith - It was rather moving to try to see what I remembered being interesting only to be trampled completely on by the trails logged in, the summer versus the winter all a lifetime later….not a fan of the facilities present though….not at all. not even a pot of kitty litter next to a bottle of alcohol gel to pretend you’ll wash your hands…..ick. upshot was dinner was fun and I found my happy moments again a kind of understanding really that I hadn’t failed myself….I’m sure I was a bowl fetid prunes to be about on that trip
Hooray for that realization and HA HA HA HA about the kitty litter bit!!!! I don’t know if you read Bricker59 but he wrote a post about childhood place that no longer exists and I really liked what he said. Have a great day