Remember my delicacy
A tip-toe on the tip of your nose
I worked a thread
As it came bare
Into my arcing back.
I sang a song with misery,
It was my comfort bare,
It left a tail upon my thought
And there it wags
In constellations.
Tag: tail
Windfalls (day 1798)
Windfalls and short tails
My harmony is free
In tales and gone times
Memory always gets me
But pain leaves sad marks
On windowsills of time
And everyone I see
Leaves indifference; all the same.
Orca Sighting (day 1642)
A little moment
I stopped to see
A pod of orcas
Across from me
“Starboard!”
The captain said
I leaned and looked
Found sun instead.
Ho! They played
Above, below,
From every direction
About the sea
Whips and whacks,
Breaching blows,
Whipping tails
And splashing bubbles
Just as they came
We sailed on past
Our ripples crossing
Diverging paths
Backward Bend (day 1489)
I want you like a snake curls,
As a peacock never ends.
I’ve made a million signs to the world
I’m waiting for just one.
Truth beyond this harmony
In a street of mystery;
Forgot an innocence only
To play abandon in the long grass;
A misconception I have waited for,
No devil I ignored.
Head to tail in a loop,
Head to tail backward bend.
Window Shopping (day 1338)
Window shop my loneliness away,
Dove tails and fresh mocks.
I couldn’t remember your age
In the reflection of my heart.
I’ve lost my mind before we met;
Into which eyes do I resort?
Do I see through or reflect back?
Delirium (day 1067)
I do not know where the rose petals fell;
Floating from my conscience as I lost sight of all.
Leaving an impression, like tail winds trickling
Into the evanescence of my breath.
But you who art sight! What cometh of thy history,
Lost into thy pool of still waters shaking.
I fell one warm, kind day – a moon’s length away,
Into the feelings of a warm blooded kiss.
My littered floorboards of mother natures spoil
Tickled my memory while I shook out my whiskers.
I laid there and laughed for the whiskey surged my sour,
And love settled down beside me, for I was delirious.
Slow Low Whistle (day 989)
Mimic my every cry
As I let you whistle low
I’m ready for the hunger
I’m ready for the feast
Left alone at the crossroad
Pack all filled with air
A dollar too much down
Dusty register’s golden crown
Felt hard in my left
Checked the other one again
Heard my freight-train-a-coming
Lookin the other way now
Long road comin hard
Off to another day
Felt the executioners tail
Felt the grip to mother-me
Ramblin rose staring at me
My eyes gone, going back understood
Creeking sleep covering me
Lurching stops frightening me
My bag and me settling in
Easy train rumbling on
Lost my voice miles ago
Keeping my whistle down low
Turn the Page (day 970)
Today my wings fell off
Gravity took them from me
Curling and twisting the whole way down
Smashing as they hit the ground
For a moment I stood there
Dumbstruck
Unaware where life will lead
Unsure how life can continue
I bound what was left of my wings
Like one would a broken toy
Desperately holding onto memories
Avoiding change
My tail between my legs
I moped on, off into my distance
One mixed between here and there
A mirage straddling the line
Poem For a Great Dog (day 780)
I had a dog – a great dog to do him right
A dog so valiant he was my brother
A dog so honorable he made me proud
His sticks were always the biggest sticks
That the forest could offer up
Two lengths wide; head held so high
That was the kind of dog my dog was
And when you threw that stick for him
There wasn’t another care in the world
Bounding over logs and through tall grass
Around small trees and through thick brush
I would let him come upstairs
Sit by my feet as I worked away mine toils
Especially with loud thunder
Shaking yonder hills
I can still clearly remember when,
As a young pup, I tried to acclimatize
The tiny dog to a perch on my bed
He grew so fast and at first chance
He jumped from those heights to
More stable grounds below
He made friends with all the other dogs
He was loved by all those who knew him
His heart beat so true none could deny
His kind, gentle demeanor as he prodded on
Hardly a pup could try his strong patience
But let’s not be fooled that when needed
He wouldn’t take much testing
From neighborhood mutts
It is uncountable the amount of times
He would scare away a bear, herd away a moose
Scamper after a fleeting deer through long grass
Or jump at the sound of the resident squirrel
Sending him high in branches of his tree
He would lose himself in the forest tracking a scent
Only to reappear down the trail looking for me
He had his friends that roamed the trail behind the house
The young girl down the road and her witty sled dog
The Germans and their duck dog, oh what a pair those two made!
One that couldn’t stand a loud sound
The other that lived for the sound of a shot!
Or the wolf hound three doors down
And the proud girl with her border collie around the bend
He was a great dog, the dog that I had
When I returned home, his tail would knock
Over anything near, excited yelps uncontrollable
He would always put his nose between your legs
Slowly walking through as you scratched him down
When you got to his tail, his legs would go weak
For it was there that gave him infinite pleasure
I will miss the dog that I once had
A great dog, a brother of mine till the end
I will miss him more than the trails we used to walk
Or the seasons we’d always play
Share It, and Smile (day 755)
Have you ever had one of those mornings
Where you wake up, fresh and ready to go?
Sun greeting you with a smile
Dog with a wag of his tail…
You know, one of those mornings
When the blender blends it all
Without even one single stir
And you remember to put the lime in
Like the feeling of putting on
A fresh pair of underwear
Pulling up the favorite pants
With a very white undershirt
Or like a great hair day
When looking in the mirror
Is simply compulsive
From all angles
It’s hard to find those mornings
But when you do
When it’s within your hands
Share it, and smile