It’s not that I despise Summer
complete with her black flies,
mosquitoes, rain, and extraordinary heat -
no, it’s the lack of snow to ski that gets me down
turning my winter smile into a soft frown
for although summer is mostly kind
it’s the bite of winter I prefer
slashing winds and a trillion snowflakes
glistening brightly upon the ground.
in blizzard or sunshine
the enjoyment the same
all works for skiers but rain
when backcountry skiing
all the pollution left behind
filters, then cleans the mind
no small feat to summit
once the parking lot left behind
and a ride up the road by thumbing it
nothing to do but push upward
onward and onward
’til the peak is reached
and the joy,
yes the joy,
of skiing down
is better than any beach.
cruelty precedes me
see it in their faces
recognition, eyes lowered
catch their eyes in disguise
see their smiles, their nods
know they are returned
the same questions duplicated
like a movie stuck on repeat
my answers never the same.
a word singing to ears so tired
might be something akin to fire
describes this well lit airport tile
or is it an identical twin to a smile
what’s been shown all week long
right through favorite played songs
could be a touch of hungry lust
easily erased as a blanket of dust
none of these are right, squire
for the word here is desire
standing tense as a trigger finger
waiting, recycled memories linger
until with a view of her hair
put every Continue reading
health, life, love, the pursuit of these
embodied in one with a tan
engaged in by most to some degree
meanwhile awaiting the unseen
in a ceremonial of blowing sand Continue reading
some bliss i have known
and i’ll know it yet again
just right now on my own
with thoughts pure heaven
how many cerepirs upon my horizon?
here drawing an intelligent blank
pretend they’re clouds covering the sun
knowing more will quit their rank.
Break the restraints, be bold
Is it so very hard to remold?
Accepting everything that’s been sold
Take your hands out of that polite fold
Tear off the limiting blinders
They serve only as reminders
Chiselled, details so fine
But just walking in line
Sentimental words to bestow
As the world takes you high and low
Always take care to mind
Not ‘what’ but ‘who’ you find.
People head in the directions that they need to head in this life. Often, the outcome is interesting at best, and merely saddening on a lesser plane – Ed.
who went wrong where
don’t you know
would have held you
led you away
…crystal dream
far from manipulators
took the experience
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Can you put your trust in me
Follow that trust through all the lies
They who know me not, will confide
Beseeching that one look from her eyes
A glance telling me she sees through the lies
Into the world hidden behind my disguise
One look that puts everything else aside;
All the world around us out of focus
We lean in for an enchanted kiss, just us.
This predictive poem turned out quite true. As they say, perhaps we draw to ourselves that which we require – Ed.
Oh Eye of Horus
If you watch over me
Then you must know
That it is I and she
Together we must be
Though the when is cloudy
You of all must see
I will meet with she
But not before setting sail
Across the wide Sargasso Sea.
