Shady Images

My thoughts
cloudy as of late
thought about how
lacking sunny places
and shadow spaces

Wondering
what powers that be
having deciding my fate
a job left undone,
only being one,

I sought outside
shady images cowered
hiding from the noonday sun

I laughed
while the sun sought out
the shadow spaces

Leaving me laughing
while the heat burned
my skin, unprotected
felt the warmth,
the redness growing
my eyes shaded

Sitting under a fig tree
imagining myself, waiting

The garden wall to ascend
Nirvana waiting….

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Looking Out

My mind opened
the tent flap, the wind
blowing
the cloudy skies
the mountains encircled,
I might consider myself
trapped
in any other reality.

This scenario, however
which my mind has
created,
not being foreign
nor unintended,
being a reality, more real
than the life
I now live,

Looking out
a rocky landscape beckons
I lean back, considering the view,
complacent
in my thoughts….

Incommunicado

Hiding
away from prying eyes
not being anywhere
anyone could find me

Incommunicado
a state of being
being for the most part
lost within myself, lost to the world
as if the world cared at all,

Existing
in an other time frame,
still visible to those around me
not appearing different
living, breathing, all the normal things
just not within the realm
not where I otherwise might be,

My mind skipped a beat
while my heart went on a lark
my memories yanked and pulled
driving me to the edge, pulling me back
kicked themselves with forgetting
suppressing the urge to lash out

Incommunicado
existing in a most visible way
greeting others around me
as if I always existed in this time line
wondering why, I lived another place
wondering why, l lived another life,

If you saw me, walking down the street
looking like someone, you once knew
daring to tap me on the shoulder
spin me around, awaiting recognition
disappointment replaces

Just being somewhere else
not anywhere in particular
not wanting to expose who might be
walking down the street
living in this body
existing with these thoughts

Just being somewhere else
you see….

A Single Sound, Meow

The cat
looked at me
displaying no real
emotion
but possessing
the knowledge
of the ages,

A simple purr
signaling the coming
of the new age,
one in which cats
would take their rightful
place
in the hierarchy
of the animal world

Traded off instead
for the opportunity

to mock the local dogs
while sitting atop
its royal tree…..

A Simple Drug

A mere aspirin
to ward off
to chase away
the devils

The same ones
telling stories
how a simple drug
will change a life
to the better,

The worse happens
the headache grows in
difficulty,
a simple drug, not enough
the answer to all questions
ones that never needed asking
before
problems, troubles
mounting difficulties
excuses and guilty
thoughts,

Having cured
the evil of the first headache
not being any more simple
nor requiring theft, or destruction
loss of family, of job, of life

A simple drug – wanted
only needed
to solve-

-simple troubles
in an otherwise
uncluttered
life…

The Coolness

I let the coolness,
what the morning chose
to give me,
run down along the indentations
the finely honed surfaces
of my utter imagination,
the images leapt and groveled
shaking off the demons
what the night refused
to let go,
The warm breath of day
simmered just under
the horizon,
my eyes still seared
from the onslaught
what days passed
had given,
blinked profusely
as if to hearken healing
before the next phase
began,

The coolness
the thought of such
altering my mind synapses

swept away
in the ensuing
temperature

swept away

A Tree Limb Dangling

Positioned
over the telephone line
giving way to years
heavy, uncompromising
years

“Why won’t you say it?”
she pleaded on her side
in her life,

-the limb swayed a bit
-creaking in the breeze

“Why won’t you admit to
loving me?”

The branch neared the line,
the weight, the burden
of living so many years
too many to count

“I’ll die without your love”
her words echoed in her head
his silence deafened his reply

“I” quivered his words
on the other side of his life
“I” spoken as if his lungs
became emptied, no breath left
to breathe

The burden could bear no longer
the stillness of the moment
between decision and indecision
hesitating, while the dust hung
in the air

A tree limb dangling
not wanting to commit
not expecting the fall

when finally it came….

Left Behind

My love, my love
once took me
changing the way
I thought, what I read
how I wrote,

My love
one-sided was it
as she loved
someone else,

She spoke of
The Bards
which storytellers
we were,
weaving our prose
around each others
pen tips, not caring
not loving, each other

Just writers, we were
and how she, what she
left me, still lingering
today,

My love and I parted
though she continued
to love someone else
another woman, another man
experiencing the best of both
worlds,

We parted as friends
while I took my love
and packed it away
saving it for some other day,

Not rhyming poets
were we,

Nor lovers, not she

not she….

Skål!

Two Danes toasting
the night being young
while the alcohol flowed
freely,
not remembering, in advance
what the morning
would bring,

“I propose a toast” said the one
to the other,
“To the Americans and the USA”
the other didn’t respond at first
the clinking of the glasses,
the silence that followed
all eyes rested upon the first one,

“Those poor devils deserve all the luck
they can get, don’t they?”

Everyone present raised their glasses
in unison
“Ja, Ja. Yes, let us toast those poor devils”
they yelled

And the night rolled onward
with a rightful Danish Hangover
in wait,

While those poor devils
were none the wiser…..