Back Sliding
• 02/24/24 at 11:03AM •Back sliding into oblivion,
blackness eddies down,
into a slow spiral,
into, the barren ground.
Back sliding into oblivion,
blackness eddies down,
into a slow spiral,
into, the barren ground.
I hadn't written as much
in over forty days,
since you went away.
I need to write
words to the page,
as it will keep my sanity,
as a new life, I engage.
This is the time we break from Winter's grasp.
Water roaring down the bed,
between the moss covered rocks.
Icy cold, glacier fed,
milky color in early Spring,
pooling in eddies, pushing deep,
rushing water sounds do sing.
When I write,
I'll write for you,
and all the things,
you help me do.
I'll write about children
and everything,
seeing what the children
always will bring.
Laughter, love
and sunshine too,
for me they bring
a smile, when I think of you.
A re-issue
Take my hand and lead me
to the place that angels dwell,
among the pines and fern groves,
where wild flowers tell,
of their existence and their presence.
Walk with me, beside the water,
hear the sound of a bubbling brook,
let the scents and sounds surround you
and be sure to take a look.
Can you see the color? Can you hear
the sound?
Can you see the love that shines,
when you are around?
Do you know my name, or does it
really matter?
Will I remember or forget,
engaged in idle chatter
or will you leave me alone?
Little shards of whiteness,
precludes Dawns early light,
through the reflections at
the end of a night's flight.
Silver the rays,
announcing a new Dawn,
as we blink away the sleep,
trying to stifle a large yawn.
Why am I sitting here,
not quite awake,
while words flow from my pen,
while sadness I forsake.
I think of you often,
since you went away,
and I'll always remember,
our last Holiday foray.
I miss you more,
when thinking of you,
as I'm trying to decide,
what I must now do.
Over 55 years ago,
I bought a new car,
for my second childhood,
I was told, near and far.
A Fiat 124, Spyder,
in French Blue.
A roadster, convertible,
dual exhaust too.
Under powered, but a
fun car to drive,
as it kept my youth,
in staying alive.
The thought of a garden,
springs into my head,
as it is time to get ready,
preparing a Spring bed.
New soil to place,
with Miracle-Gro, too,
there will be beautiful flowers,
and I will remember you.
NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:
This supernova shock wave plows through interstellar space at over 500,000 kilometers per hour. Centered and moving upward in the sharply detailed color composite its thin, bright, braided filaments are actually long ripples in a cosmic sheet of glowing gas seen almost edge-on. Discovered in the 1840s by Sir John Herschel, the narrow-looking nebula is sometimes known as Herschel's Ray. Cataloged as NGC 2736, its pointed appearance suggests its modern popular name, the Pencil Nebula. The Pencil Nebula is about 800 light-years away. Nearly 5 light-years long it represents only a small part of the Vela supernova remnant though. The enormous Vela remnant itself is around 100 light-years in diameter, the expanding debris cloud of a star that was seen to explode about 11,000 years ago. Initially, the section of the shock wave seen as the Pencil nebula was moving at millions of kilometers per hour but has slowed considerably, sweeping up surrounding interstellar material.
Photo by Helge Buesing