Poetry Blog

I am unwanted
Sinking slowly into the deep
I submerge
To the darkness inside
I am at peace
Entice the loneliness
I liberate
May this side always be a part of me

Falling through the sky
Visions of old memories

Remembering the first encounter
With that dark lonely night
I was beaten down
My heart was broken
I had lost another day

The bruised scars tore open
Blood stained the carpet floor
I would have cried, shed a tear
I was emotionless, disoriented

I reached for the northern star
The only light that could guide my way

Everytime I reached
I was holding back on that past
It was the one I knew; understood
I asked myself over and over
What could be lost from letting go?

When I finally did
I felt gravity pulling down on me
And here I am falling fast

Even with knowing the end is near
Saying goodbye to memories, I feel free
And for this brief moment in time
I don’t have his finger prints on me.

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I reached the bottom.
I obliterated.
And I turned to dust.

Crimson leaves drift down onto the forest floor

Misty air sweeps in around the hardwood and pine

Under leaf debris, dark bare earth full of organic matter

Brushing against the ground cover,
you feel the dampness

Looking up through the branches,
an eagle glides with its piercing echo

The nearby creek ripples across stone; brook immerse into deep blue-green pools

This path has provided you with perspective
Only your memory can hold it now

This is not real…

Each day we surround ourselves
Objects from nature transformed
Reality is not disappointments, endless expectations

Yet this is what it has grown to be…

That distant voice that calls to you inside
Reaching for it… we become lost.

Our sacrifices are not of natural
We do not resist the easement
Much given to us… forgetful.

This life, this is what’s real.

Cold dewy morning wakes you
Bark and forage cover has caved
Starving without successful hunts
Wild berries and acorns all scavenged
You must move for more subsidence

Traveling for some days, a river is found
Struggling to shape a sharp edge spear
Hours crafting, then to seize a fish
Countless times after managing to capture
Preserving half for a meal, next day

Sitting close to the river upon cobbles
You hear leaves twisting and branches moved
Holding still, observing the woods line
A deep vocalized howl sounds throughout

No longer alone, you shiver spear in hand
An echo of several others rush closer
When the black wolf reveals himself
Teeth bared, he shows dominance

Fixed stare upon you, he steps closer
You prepare to defend until defeat
The pack arrives bursting from the brush
The black wolf turns and snarls at them
His fight is here, this is his kill

Lunging towards you with brute strength
You jolt the spear for the chest
Piercing his coat, teeth lodge into your flesh
Fierce growls overpower his agony
The black wolf has victimized another
Staggering over you, he bellows into the night air

This is real.
This is the unbearable truth.

Swirling ice wind bites your face
Frost covered leaves nip at your toes
Trees laced in white crystals
White fluff shimmers across the landscape

The snowflakes bring memories
Spiraling down upon your tongue….

Joyful dashes down hill slopes
Plunging into deep swales
Footprints and angels lasting only this snowfall
Until the following winter winds blow…

Rushing into snow packed doorways
Feel the immediate warmth by the fire
Looking through the frosted window
You feel just like a child

The family is gathered for cheer
Enjoying everything that happened this year

Oh.. as the night reveals coldest air
We admire winter’s freezing charm

And as each snowy season passes…
Just as always we smiled as it lasted

Distant calls asound
Rushing winds to the sky
Whispering pines abound
Mountain cliffs never die

We come through on paths
Escape Is what it is known
Secrets tell us it is

where we are found

Silk feathers sweep past the windchime
Rocking chair creaks with each swing
The fields have grown lush this year
Top of the red peak the rooster crows
Elder listen for young twitter pattering by

Old wooden beams of the barn stand sturdy
The cows waddle as they descend from the hills
Horses inside galumphing hooves with bursting neighs
Children clumsily run for the feeding chore
The sun’s entirety now sits over them all

As the old farmer’s rocker rests on the stoop
He will be there watching over y’all

Compassion and warmth.
Knowing where you belong.

The value is of living.
The days should be yours,
Not that of force…

Moment by moment…
It spindles quickly.

And as you look back.. you question…

This ponder in your mind is it of worth?
Is there a memory you want to keep?
Did the path you chose leave you with happiness or grief?

May the next life be of option if this one was too brief.
For now you say, I’ll continue on to the next day.

The wake should redeem your leap.
The turning spool will be undone.

And you’ll reset to your initial self.
The life you know that matters to you…

Will be in your fate.

Roses are bleeding.

There they lie wilting on the floor.
The red stains left,
Are the memories she didn’t intend for.

Within this chamber,
Agony fills her empty soul.
His hands . . .
They stole everything that had her hopeful.

While she shivers against the damp,
She feels the blood clasping her skin .
Victimizing pain begins to take over,
As her body loses all within.

Roses are bleeding.
While the red blood descends,
The petals will fade. . .

And her life ends.

Morning dew across golden rod surrounded ponds
Fish snap fins at the surface and submerge once more
Winds rush through lush fields
Pine trees mark family history

The valley’s secret apple orchard
Deer antlers hidden within the thicket
Overtop the northern woods hawks prey
The creek’s native trout tease the fool

Barn swallows swooping in and out doors
The soft ground takes on every season
Yield is for survival and appreciation of land
Summers heat provides for winters denial

At dusk we stare along the woodsline
Searching for the start of the wild hour
As the night returns, we listen…
Crickets chirping under starlit skies
As we slumber, another day awaits

Where else would I call home?