My mind wanders around
The curves of your soul
So that it jumps and jetters
Like a rusted automobile
Lurching and squeaking,
Solid and heavy
With a distinct perseverance
Against the constant decay
Time always tests.
But it always returns
To the same parking spot,
Slightly encroached upon
By the wild weeds of nature
Also hanging on strong,
So that home is known
And the whispers of water
Flow from my soul to yours
In the dull gray of the road
On the dull gray of the wheel.
Tag: decay
We Loved (day 3005)
It’s snow falling
To the ground
Big and little flakes
Catching my eyes
Falling effortlessly
Whimsically
And then disappearing
Into the great white
That’s been slowly descending
Upon the green
And varying degrees
Of yellowing decay
We loved in Autumn.
Bushel (day 2954)
This is not the answer nor should it be left misunderstood
Gods carefully listened but none took action
Forgotten and dead lay the bushel of corn
Raspy, hoarse, brown
Thickening day lay low
And Divine Interpretation was a plan that could not be laid
For dead leaves had fallen and no new growth was expected
Until the decaying layers of slumber departed
Swift onset of thaw set in for another season under her breast.
Coldness (day 2948)
There is a coldness in my knees
That you have taken as your pain
Three roses in a clear glass vase
Four fingers slender and delicate
Married and mixed in my sun spotted desk
Floating bits of life’s decay
Piano music to my center.
Frozen Landscape (day 2743)
Blank vision
Frozen in decay
Lumps
Care For Me (day 2729)
Care for me like ivy
As you wrap me up so tight;
With breath of a lifeline
Cluster me with your vine.
I want you to be my density
Like an old growth forest can be,
All the answers
Hidden deep within
Ferns and polypores.
Care for me like a decaying log,
Moss and mycelium,
Delicately tend to my inner workings
Sunlight of my offspring
To rise up high again
Jubilant in blossom.
Trip Soldier (day 2678)
Whisper into decay
Follow that road
Grab on with all ten
And bring your soldier
Passionately abreast
For wind dies down
Sails drop slack
Winter comes
And logs burn out
Leaving that soldier
Wondering where
Time has gone
Lethargically trippin’.
Green and Gold (day 2671)
Green and gold wrote the book
On sending a farewell
Like visions of a fairy landing
Silk scarves draped all around
Your hair, so fair, waving down
Unending blossoms in flow
And each twist of bark
Trembling as a breath of air
That coils around
What never stays
Mycelium’s great decay.
A Heart Decayed (day 2669)
I wanted you to be with me,
Lilac in Autumn,
“Death do us part,” we said;
Death upon our doorstep,
Maple leaves blew at us,
Grass lay fallen all around,
Yet we held each other close
For no Winter gale could throw
What Summer had bestowed.
I watched as each petal fell
Each gross, entangling retreat
For which I had no escape from,
No secret spell to depart.
So there I lay
Crumpled, long past bloom
Decaying and so delicately
A heart so much betrayed.
Vacant By Morning (day 2429)
As darkness turns my lights low
Shake until I roll,
Outlast my deepest silence
For what I’m looking for.
Not vacant by morning –
Withering decay –
Fall apart my soul implode;
Forever I surrender,
Taught what I should not.