I wrote a letter calling home
From 2000 kilometers away
Wishing all that read out loud
A happy day as well.
For I was writing from a home
I’d found out on the road
With a companion I knew by name
She smiled at me knowing so.
She wished me a goodnight each night
Just as I shared with her the stars
That made our night sky so bright.
I wrote home telling them all there
I wouldn’t be home as I’d said,
For I was lost into her arms
Just as I’d hoped I would.
But not to worry about me more
I’d be along in due time
For many plans still waited for me
Many tools still called my name,
Many hours at what I yearned to do
Would soon be my willing hand.
Tag: plan
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.
End/Begin (day 2866)
Compression is an alibi;
Dense earth puddling
And flowers suffering
For there is no space to grow
Until Worm makes its way
Casting its gold
Into trueness of soil
With no damage plan
Becoming the end of the road.
Bovine Squeals (day 2815)
As molten streets
Circumnavigated
Each island:
Utopia,
Madness circled
Each callused leader
Shaking fists
With Sir Devil.
Groans and
Bovine squeals
Inspired construction workers
To a fury,
That led each
Minister
To a foghorn;
Cattle afraid
On auction day.
Without much notice
Neither alarm
Necks were bled and drained
Swept away
Into a drain
Flushed away with rain.
And then began
– Recycled plan
Nothing new,
No change, all the same
Nothing to excite
Not a note to cause alarm –
Monotony
So deafening
Each victim
Just ceased
In plain.
Greatest Plan (day 2742)
The world came
Just as quickly as it could
Left me singing
Down a never found me road
For each was left
Just like each was new
And late in the night
Coyotes howl at the moon.
In the early day
I woke wide eyed and clear
Just as before
I couldn’t see or even hear
Then I took a breath
Put on my favourite shoes
Prepared myself
For another damn good day.
I said here
Was all I needed to fill
For within me
All I needed to get on
With each new chord
There was a setting sun
That took my hand
With my greatest plan.
Plans of the Horseman (day 2522)
With a draft of my mind
A thought escaped in to
Window I sent amendment
Plans of the Horseman
Darkening landscape
Whisper deep in night
Holiday arise
A hand upon your shoulder
Step into forevermore
Daunting every move
Dry ice follows you
Remember what it takes
For apocalypse awaits
Plan (day 2438)
I’ve been asked to find an answer to
Ten thousand questions of my soul
And one response keeps coming to
My mind that needs calling out
For when my moon stares at me now
I see a vision that sits atop
A marvelous hilltop looking down
For clarity has become my window
That leads this bearer homeward
And today I have in my hand
A hammer for my plan.
River in My Bloodstream (day 2413)
Listen to the raindrops
Finding my way home
A whisper in the darkness
Memory now long gone
Can’t listen to the rhythm
Rabbits in my ears
Folding up our broken stream
Holding out my hands
River in my bloodstream
Paddling my way home
Setting out my darkness
I grew up here again
Swimming out past midstream
Dagger in my plan
Rugged from the north land
Leaving there my heartbeat
Tea (day 2204)
Make me reel in your sweetest tea
I hear scarlet raindrops
Opening every door so tenderly
Saturate my safely laid plans
With incandescent luminosity
Breaking my lucid dreaming
With delicate fingerprints
Dancing faster then I had imagined
In a gallery of ancient symbols.
Hot Rocket (day 2133)
Call it what it is
On a gold line to Maine
Like a hot rocket lit.
You know where you’re going
It ain’t no cruel plan
Pick up where you left off.
Hold strong to live strong
Believe what you do know
Getting in to it to get lost.
Sell it all away
It had it’s day yesterday
Ran out of what to say.
My red line is feeling fine
Horizon line slipping by
Call it what it is.