Blow me away.
Take me down a wild river
To let me float free
And with my branch
Through windy peaks,
Let the snow
Be upon my heart
As we move about the Alps.
Let me rock and sway and fall
Tumble as a dried up weed,
Feel me, lifeless,
Slip away from grip
So that I may be the reason
Listless and void
Blown away
And gone.
Tag: listless
Tired (day 2347)
I’ve found this tired
That I’m afraid I cannot shake
My eyes feel glazed
And legs so weak
My shoulders are heavy
My breath does not penetrate
Deeply like true breathing should
Perhaps it’s from
Listlessness of life
Here out on the road
Wandering from meal to meal
No direction to be told
And I’m facing a runaway
Looking into the center of self
Exposed and pushing on.
Agape (day 795)
No desire, no direction pointed towards
Or passion warming the hearth
With a listless presence, standing
Mouth agape, as bait laid carelessly
In a young child’s idle play
Ebbs at the sight of prey
Understanding, in the heat of noon
Dirt clouds seeking moisture,
Wild calls shan’t be pry thy ears
Shan’t whip thy conscience into curt action
That thunders in yonder distant hills
All rests timelessly
All accumulates that which old books,
Unactivated ceiling fans, and
Old couch-sofas in a sunbeam’s gaze
Collect, like passport stickers,
Green-rot below country home taps, and
Knots in old women’s backs
Seem to enrich all our lives in
Sweet mother natures precious stamp
Time which counts ever longer
Into agape county rancher-home scenes
Tea is served through the wire mesh
Swing door on a rancher style patio
With hard footsteps of stiff manners
And an old rocking chair
With one checkered cushion
While sun recedes behind
Yonder silent hills
Slowly rocking in the evenings breeze
Floating (day 432)
I keep floating between that which I know
And that which eludes me in times of need
I keep on guessing at habits which I know
A game meant for madmen and the self-conscious
One at which I heed not the cautions of
And plunge headlong in: full of heart
Ignoring the darkness looming ahead
Anticipating the rocky ledges that mark the path
Catching me at most of the corners
Scraping my knees as I tumble forth
Then again, I find myself afloat
Wandering in this listless dream
Listless (day 264)
Listlessly dreaming of a flat open plane
A horizon so still that the sun never sets
Waiting for a turn in the road to break my concentration
Eyes turning beet red from the heat of the moment
Dry air beating against my parched eyes in an attempt to clear off the steam
Sick and twisted lines cross the illuminated barriers
Intelligence calls my own lines to be blurred
Solid as they are, drawn as they list-fully praise
Crawling on all fours they go, tail between their legs
I sit and wonder where the time has ever gone