Tis What It Is
• 05/19/24 at 09:03AM •a touch of humor,
of sorts, on this
Sunday morning.
a touch of humor,
of sorts, on this
Sunday morning.
Don't talk to me with your tale of woe.
Don't talk to me of gin.
Don't lecture me, before I go,
don't talk to me of sin,
unless, of course, you realize,
it's with you, I'll first begin.
It doesn't matter,
what you may have done.
I'll always remember you.
It doesn't matter
what you say
or what you do,
I want you to remember
I'm still in love with you.
A remembrance of
a cold morning, as
I attempted to catch
a Steelhead. Please enjoy.
River, clearing as the rain subsides,
all the brown grass, of winter
are now thick with frost.
The Sun shining, warming me
through my heavy coat,
as the crisp air attacks,
fingers and toes.
Casting across the slow moving
waters, watching the lure
splash and disappear,
feeling the irregular bumps of
lead along the bottom,
waiting for that uncertain
touch of the elusive fish.
Reeling in and seeing ice
built up in the ferrules.
The sound of a cock peasant,
the drumming of wings, carrying
him to safety.
The river smells like the
ocean.
Tiring, I return to the car
and so ends the quiet alone,
of this New Year morning.
Along this path,
to certain oblivion,
when emotions run high,
with no solution.
What will the outcome be,
if we fail to take action,
when dealing with the great
unwashed faction?
Reflections, in my mind,
of a time long ago,
when our love,
was the only show.
Feelings
You warm my life
with your infinite smile.
The sound of your voice
stirs me.
Melodious tones echo in my
head as you speak.
I am overcome by the
moment.
I awake and hear,
noises, realizing I'm at,
the Oregon Coast,
and remember the sand.
I dress quickly, putting on running gear,
although the closest I'll get to running,
is when I turn on the faucet.
I leave my room, it's only a few yards,
to the sandy beach. The fresh smell
of the ocean attacks my nose.
A light wind, in my face, now I'm back
to a favorite spot, the beach. I'm Home.
I love a mystery.
I love a charade,
but I love best,
a special parade.
A parade of animals,
marching bands, a few
with carnival acts later,
or a trip to the Zoo.
What happens next,
in this journey of life.
My emotions are mixed,
after losing my wife.
My questions are many,
the answers are few.
So once again my question,
is what do I do?
Get away from this dwelling,
where I've sheltered in place.
Go out to other venues,
where I may meet another face.
If you sit in your room,
and fail to mix,
your next journey,
could be the "Deep Six."
There were a few times,
in this short life of ours,
where we would find a connection,
with others, or kindred Souls.
Kindred Souls or Spirits exist,
but we, as humans, don't always
recognize it. You may meet someone,
for the first time and it seems like
you have known them forever.
They are like family. I have had those
feelings. I'm having them now.
No, I'm not talking about living at
another time. Just relating a feeling
of closeness to someone I don't know.
Unreasonable? I suppose but how do
you explain this automatic link of two
mortals? I can't and I won't dwell upon
it. I believe it's more important to
develop a stronger relationship.
Is it a Deep Love or is it the Kindred Spirit.
I believe it's both. What do you think?
Swallow, hollow,
hill and dale,
are in our vocabulary,
so is yard sale.
What does it mean?
I haven't a clue.
Just trying to find a way,
to be near you.
These are words,
I'm trying to write,
as I find a reply,
both jaded and trite.
I hear the noise,
of a beckoning Sea.
Sounds of Seagulls,
calling to me.
Would it be possible
to return to the sea,
bringing your voice
and sweet smile to me?
God, how I wish,
you were still here with me,
yet the truth be known,
that will never be.
So, I will remain,
where I must be,
thinking of you,
my sweet, memory.
A stranger,
entered the room,
sullen looking,
impending doom?
Too many worries,
were on his mind.
He's looking for love,
his life had been unkind.
Do you believe,
you might do the same,
when your first love,
has forgotten your name?
Sad news. Sadness,
reigns supreme.
Please let me awake,
from this very bad dream.
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