Just me and my muse, at play in a field of wishful thinking, so I sow my own seeds and reap the sweetness of my family. You don't know me, a well-worn pen, assuming me wrong, in blind eyesight. But that's the way I am wary, not a fool. Sarcastically, my f...
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The Owl and The Porcupine
In which Girl meets two of the more important persons of the forestIt was a lovely day in the Rockies. Bear and Girl had broken their fast, and were sitting in their favorite places on the porch, watching the mountains age. There was a light breeze, and a leaf blew onto Girl's lap, where she sat on the rocking chair, wit...
An invisible thief stole from Mom. At first, we didn't notice. A small piece of her life here. Another there. So random were the thefts. Soon, bigger things disappeared. Memories of our friends. My son. Then at last… me. So I reintroduced myself. "I'm Kim...
Leap Of Faith
Learning to trust again is a leap of faith.I’ve been burned before My giving nature taken for granted My friendship chewed up and spit out My heart poked with holes So, I’ve treaded more lightly this time around Perhaps wiser than before? Cautious about how much to give Holding back some of myself...
Death, the great unknown, the final journey we must take alone. It comes to us all, without warning or delay, and leaves us with nothing but memories to stay. It's a journey we can't escape, a fate we must all embrace. It's the end of our mortal coil, the...
One Last Time
The loss of loved onesI wish I could remember every moment of growing up. The laughter. The tears. One last time. I want to see the glow of my wife’s face in the setting sun. One last time. I crave to feel the warmth of her body curled against mine. One last time. I wish I cou...
Come home to me my rose bud Ebb Tide, rising, in lieu of dark roses, a beautiful flower was, as the song, loves a woman, so flows emotions, softly now walking with the silent winds and the faded blooms of yester-hour's crying.
Where I Live
What I see and hope to see.Used to be a farmer Used to till the ground Now my tractor's silent I can faintly hear the sound That memory of my father As I sat on his knee While he taught me the value Of the planted seed Used to be a milkman I used to be your friend I used to be some...
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A Little Bit Past
Hug someone.The flowers are wilted There's a sting in the air Leaves are all mourning As they drop in despair We held on so tight Still our hands slipped free All seemed lost as we broke our decree Tried for salvation Some kind of redemption for me Those flowers stay...
I give you my progeny, disassembled, therefore, I am, my am, in memory of long ago, non-relevant you the sun, I a passing willow, at a distance from a dream I incognito, disassembled, a shadow on the window pane with Amador Whiskey over ice now here comes...
Shelter
In which Girl is hunted – and gets help from an unexpected source.~~~~~~~ Bear stopped, sat, and turned to look at her. “Okay, now listen to me, Girl, and listen carefully. Mother Nature is not a ‘person,’ she is a ‘Person.’ And you must speak of, and to Her, with respect, understand me?” Girl wasn’t quite sure what to...
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Artie And Jack In The City
The first of "The Artie Stories."I’m waiting for spring. That’s what I’m thinking as the bus takes me into the city. It’s dark outside. It’s gone cold again, there wasn’t much sun today. I have my hands on my lap, my pea coat buttoned up and I flick my fringe out of my eyes. I’m on the t...
"Well, how old do you think I am." There is nothing titillating about nudity. Its a lifestyle. Once you are naked, you're naked. The maniacs of Cheetos push nudism as a cult. I could say the same thing about "singers" in Nashville wearing cowboy hats. The...
I polished my heart Placed it in a gift-wrapped box Topped with a handwritten note I left it on your doorstep You picked up the package Put your ear to it and rattled it Shrugged and put it in the closet Left to collect dust in the shadow Days into months...