Words march across the pages toward oblivion
Ending in compost piles
They’ve been doing this for decades
With an energy that seems endless
Waking him at odd hours
Prodding him to write
Driving him down
Virtual freeways
at a hundred and ten
Of course
That isn’t where
The words sprouted.
That started as a kid on the floor
Of a smoke filled room
With Steve Allen
and Lucy
Setting off cans of laughter
From the black & white tube
With endless books
His imagination flourished
Growing flowers and weeds
In the mind’s clay and sand
Evenings arrived where washing dishes
Replaced old friends fighting battles
In the Civil War
Dancing with Napoleon
Or seeking dragons across
Green, flowering plains
Scattered with burnt castles
The boy flew across an ocean
To become a man
Hunting with a blade
In one hand
a grenade in the other
artillery shook the earth
Sending strobe like flashes across
a bizarre
Mosquito infested
Nightmarish landscape
That plugged in
Like an unwanted shadow
Back home
The aging child
Wrote about a gutsy guy
Who grew grapes on a distant planet
and fermented rare,
Magical, expensive wines
Which seemed to be a fitting
Introduction to years as a maitre’ d
In a sweaty
Multi-million dollar
Passion filled
Human
Meat-market
Where all innocence
Expired
Those years are growing thin
But some things never change
as he sits and listen to sirens
Since this child refuses to leave
god’s garden
There are still days where
He’s up at two in the morning
Writing poetry and prose
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but then I am so GRATEFUL!
This poem is written from a grateful angel!
Growing flowers and weeds
In the mind’s clay and sand --- LOVE THIS!
so true, as our seeds begin planting in others hearts and minds!
WE hope to find...
WRITE when and where you are inspired, as YOU Know - I do the same! and I wouldn't have it any other way, my boyfr. may not understand, but he's comin' around! That makes me feel GRATEFUL, as our muse runs amok!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Love and Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
STay Positive! Through the essence of the center of serenity!
Edwin
Be always safe,
Karen
Peace,
Marcia
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.