July 6, 2011

  • 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 :)  

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