Tumble Weed
I’m home now
so they say
same ole house of
my
boyhood days
A different song
same ole feelings
here…..the loneliness seems
accentuated
that constant pounding
like striking a drum
over and over
nowhere left to
run
nowhere to hide
every mirror
has a story
all the walls with fresh
cracks
changing seasons, colors blending
days getting shorter, words left broken
I’m a weed that just needs pulling
the apple left…. to long a
hanging……………..
A solider without a fortune
same ole story, different tune
highway humming a softer
song
tires rolling …so
quietly
I can’t stay
Here
anymore
pain is just
to Unbearable
I’m alone always was
it’s not good, it’s not bad
it’s just the way
it is
I’m different
in a crooked way
Adjusting, growing toward the
sun
leaving the old
memories stored
yea I admit
I loved her once
that was then this is now
I do love
Kentucky
And will miss her bad
Snassano 09 28-08
Regis
Myrna
Fee
Cheers wherever you are,
Dan
these few words:
it’s not good, it’s not bad
it’s just the way
it is
-gene
Axilea
a crooked way...Adjusting,
growing toward the sun"
...great analogy here in a haiku rythm... --Charlie
An amazing piece of writing which has drawn me in....you have a wonderful talent.
All the best in life, Stuart
write like this has so much more to offer
than they think.This is exceptional!...ET