Tag Archives: Memory

On the Run (day 2256)

I am an outlaw on the run
Hear my voice see my gun
Find new horses at every ranch
River is my daily refresh.

Each night campfire is not lit
Though I lament not having warmth
A bedroll isn’t much sense
One eye open all night long.

I am an outlaw on the run
I hear coyotes calling every night
Starlight is my campfire light
Moon is my memory of home.

Mountain paths take me forever on
Guided by the sun
Constant watch for food that moves
I am an outlaw on the run.

Worn Sun (day 2246)

I watched the sun set today
My worn legs took me to the edge of the world
Where I ran my finger over horizon lines
That achingly waltzed a deep pink hue of gold.
The last drops of sunlight are transfixing
They speak of ancient willows blowing in the wind,
Of ancestors who worked fields with their hands,
Of patio chairs rocking back and forth
Transfixed by the first sips of a perspiring cider.
Then, darkness calls;
Outstretched hands tracing my jawline
Caressing my sore back with nimble fingers
Jarring my consciousness with fading memories
Like static visions lifting stars into place
And a wind dying down for rest.

Rising Star (day 2245)

I watched a star rise up today
– Reflections on my mind.
I sat down to remember a while,
Excited as I was,
What recently I had so forgot:
Love had so many ways to me.
My ancestors were running free!
My garden had overgrown so much!
So much I had to feed,
So much there was to intertwine
Amidst my very spine
That I was left, flushed,
Upon a star beside my mind
And a memory was three.

Wrinkles (day 2243)

I patch your memories
With worn hands of leather;
Ancient wrinkles as a wind,
Smile from deep within.

Left hand to caress
Jaw line of your chin.

How lucky for the sun
To be stuck in orbit
With the moon,
How lucky for my star to be
Same sky as your moon.

Angel laying on warm sands
Of an Eastern sunrise
Morning gaze my heart away.

Patchwork of a life to be –
Fresh forever in the sea;
Love’s embrace and my wrinkles
Smile from deep within.

Dusty Socks (day 2228)

Onward my heart
To the soaring distances I’ve been dreaming here of
To the leafless gaze
The toothless grin
A window frame caught amidst a midsummer storm.

And if fractions should call against pure chaos
That leave impressions upon my spine that bends over just so
Let the memory of what has always been past
Echo longingly into the recesses of my soul,
Let winds blow my hair around and into my eyes
So that my remaining senses cannot see, cannot hear, cannot feel,
But sing like the babbling brook
That chaos has dipped her toes into.

And here I will become
A saucer for sorrows over a campfire smouldering
A spirit stung with madness so crippling
This flag that has been chosen to fly
Shall linger softly
Like the ocean breeze that watches your excitement gather
Upon smooth rocks with dusty socks
And a sealion dipping below.

Memory (day 2207)

The day was half over
Filled with drunks and half wits
That slowly dislodged the sane ties
Holding what edges of reason I had together
I flipped the channel
Inhaled deeply
Groaned with anticipation
And slowly leaked what thick blood I had
Into a mason jar
Ready to be placed close
To lost bits of memory
I never knew were gone.

My Breath Caught in Fire (day 2206)

Crescent of my memory
Shines like water we braved together,
Amidst barnacles and salty slime
Where my dancing heart played games
With the sea lion
That so transfixed your gaze.

We dried our shivering hairs
Upon rocks of an overcast day
That supped with each ebb and flow,
Gathering my breath caught in fire
– each step to the four corners of earth.

An innocence I hadn’t expected
A sensitivity I hadn’t planned
A heartbeat I have learned to only observe
Though my inclining fingers reach towards
For this, long ago, has bowed deeply
To the essence and reality of you.

The River (day 2197)

Lost on the river
Deep into my soul
Forgot another memory
And I’ve got you to hold
Diving deeper still
I used to know you here
For I whispered
Every single song
A holy ghost
That settled home again

Get Home (day 2181)

Memory is an angel, let go
Dive to depths unknown
Wisdom of ten thousand, let go
Come alive great unknown.

Breathe in deep so holy, let go
Be alive, sprouting seed blossom
With vision, with answer, let go
Have mercy memory blossom.

Feel love more each hurt, let go
Give truth sweetly home
In a field, let go
Have mercy, come alive, get home.

Overturned (day 2157)

Holding on to a memory
Like a rainy afternoon
Through a window.
An oblique vase casts
Two shadows upon its inanimate post:
One small shadow from the heavily diffused daylight,
The other, much larger
From the pulsating heart
Laid bare upon the table.
Heavy splatters pointing fingers
In every direction
And a wooden chair sits overturned,
Too cold to stoke the fire.

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