I am an open box
In a sender policy framework
Denied access,
Rerouted illegally.
I watch the timeline scrawl
Prying eyes
Hidden agendas
Nuanced amongst data points
That shouldn’t even exist.
I lost my delicacy
Somewhere over Calgary,
Network re-route
At a central hub
For North America.
And now I sit denied,
Rejected,
Marked as another SPAM message.
Category: poem a day
Frozen on the Tundra
I gamble in a broken vessel
A walk on thin ice
Through thorns that rip my shell.
Have I known this before?
Is this common ground?
Station guards interrogate
Wild eyes they see
Unable to answer simple questions
No matter to the body they see.
Re-live the past,
Carry the burden,
Broken heart lay down
Frozen on the tundra.
A New Mind
Windows took my heart
And told me to walk slow
Down a dusty path
That never ended
Into the glow.
I walked until I stopped
Took two deep breaths
Of fresh air
Saw a raven whisper thoughts
I could faintly hear.
With all my strength
I took a step
Leading me away
And forth I went
With a new mind
Gallantly aflame.
Early Morning Hour
In the early morning hour
Wind seems to lay down
Rising sun sets out to warm
Every frosty blade of grass
And when my horse is saddled up
I mount my trusty steed to roam
Every bit of our home range
To find my cows and learn the land
For my life I’m setting out
Warm coffee in the morning
Another day to go about
In this early morning hour.
Cutting Hay in a Field (day 3224)
Three days of sun
Blade depth
Amidst in field
Distance of an Ancient Mariner (day 3223)
I have not forgotten about you
You were there
And so was I
We watched as the imaginary boats
Drifted in from an ancient time
Carrying modern culture and spices.
I wore leather soles
And dreamed of a once was place
That took my breath away
With life.
I don’t know
If I’ll ever be able to forget you
But some days I do try
So that my vision
Doesn’t remain so distant
And the calling
Of an ancient mariner
Doesn’t glance to the sea
Remembering you.
Morning Butterfly (day 3222)
Don’t go
Fluttering butterfly
In this morning glow of sun
I’ve only just noticed you
And I’d like to see you more
It reminds me of a summer shore.
I know your mission
Is to float away so quick
Off to find another spot
In softness of this wind
You go and come again.
Tracks On The Road (day 3221)
The laneway smells of sweet clover
Overrun by long timothy
That soaks toes in morning’s walk
Back and forth we go.
Dampness holds its structure
Amidst low hanging overcast clouds
That have lifted only slightly
Since twilight broke them off.
Calmness awaits
Imagination creeps in
Day’s plans unfold
Tracks on the road.
Collected Page (day 3220)
My page is not full
The lateral movement
Convulsing into jagged lurches
As inspiration
Tangles its heavy hand
On each seam it finds to bend.
So this wind will blow
Until fresh songs
Dance around tempting,
Gravity and reason
Forcing their hearts
Into a dance
That my mind will swing
And remember
A collection can be so empty.
Ladder Maze (day 3219)
I was stuck in a ladder maze
Six feet tall and rising
My mind woke up in two parts
Scaffold and retired
Along came surprises
That laid secrets
Amidst the gossiping Queen
Who told me to back down
To find my way out.