This is my closed feeling
And I want to race
I want to hurry and blur
Each time I hear the call
With an exclamation point
That rumors of peace.
But not a grace peace,
A peace made of flowers
And ocean air hitting hot sand
Where I’m closing my eyes
To all but my closed feelings.
Tag: sand
Awash Memory (day 2845)
I no longer remember how it used to feel
Which I cannot decide about,
Whether it is a good thing or bad..
For I can only hope for desire
That becometh to mine name
So vibrant as I used to think it once was.
Nay, it was so! My mind does not deceive,
Nor has it lain dormant these so many years
For I have in the deepest of my heart
Secrets you taught me how to live.
Though placebo may sure to have been at risk
It was learned and practiced
Dare I say enhanced?
Through thy thick precision
That has held with me so many a year.
So I shall not then look back
As though it has faded to negligence.
Though sands held at repeated onslaught,
They remain through it all
Sand as it shall be left to sit
Awash in the sun.
I Thought You Were Here (day 2816)
I thought you were here,
Then my summer began.
I took you on every trip.
Turned down by the big creek,
Headed on in deep;
Dirt and the sand
And everything ran.
I thought you were here,
Ready to join in.
I cut out a path
To the big ol’ pine,
We hid in the rain
Out of everyone’s pain.
I thought you were here,
Always at my front door.
I heard you come up,
Saw the look in your eyes,
Never thought I’d lose
Deep sand and my blues
Ended with everything for you.
A Rock To Rest Upon (day 2632)
Beside the pine tree I asked your name
(You said you’d jumped before)
I looked and saw deep into your eyes
No lie I heard, none to be turned
– A raven, dark as night
Glistening while watching from a perch;
A sandpiper enjoying the light breeze;
A darkened snake with golden eyes
Making a long line in the sand –
I was not lost here, no need to be found
Not very far but away.
I took the moment to touch lightly
St. John Wort growing wildly ’round
Which danced upon my heart into
A memory I never knew I had,
And there at last, under the bridge
That spoke of childish games,
I found a rock to rest upon
Tranquil from tormenting rain.
Sea or Sand (day 2618)
I am an unconditional innocence
Floating upon a wave
I see seagulls and sea lions
And sea urchins miss my toes
Unlike sand betwixt each tinglingly
Refreshingly searching for home
Amidst sand pipers and sand dollars
And sand fleas and tuna salad
That I only step in
Because I like the smell of this salt.
Silence in the Morning (day 2610)
Please take the silence out of my morning
Take me towards what I’ve dreamt
For the sand in my eyes reminds me every day
That the cold season is rapidly approaching.
But if the day hasn’t come and darkness still rides
Let me sleep here a little while longer
While the wind isn’t blowing so dangerously
While the pain doesn’t hurt so tremendously
For my senses haven’t yet taken over
In a long line of tin cups and fevers
That keep me hoping the silence stays a moment or two
For me to have a chance to be soothed.
To An End (day 2597)
Walked the seas and weathered the rain
Woke up in morning’s frost
Felt snowflakes upon my nose
Hot sun upon my ears
Wind blew off my worn out hat
Dust flew in my eye
Humidity soaked me inside out
Shriveled me up like a raisen
Saw through twenty three hours of darkness
Never slept for twenty four days straight
Walked upon burning sand
Slept upon jagged rocks
Met a mosquito in a spiders web
Fell into a great bear’s den
Entangled by a caterpillar’s cocoon
Demonized by a shadow
Yet still I look for tomorrow’s bread
As today has come to an end.
Ode to Cactii (day 2440)
Your prickly spine
Prickles my spine
In a rush against the senses
How can nature be so seamless
So soothing in times of need
Yet out of her
Births aggressive opposition
Protection in sharply fine armory
One that stops each passerby
In awe and reverie
Looking on to comprehend
How such can exist amidst the sun
Amidst a sea of warm winds
And lizards who lazily
Pass by taking caution
Yet dare not touch nor approach too close
Respecting the sentinel
Standing tall, standing strong
And playing its role
In nature, steady,
Sandy roots and resevoir.
Lines (day 2244)
How many times must my line
Get broken in the sand;
Watched you walk away
Silhouette in the sun.
There I stood without a thought
Three magic coins in my pocket;
Make me lean against a tree
I have no more support.
Gifts of which the bearer has
Left without intention;
I look into a calming pool
Tracing out each line again.
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.