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The Final Embrace

The Final Embrace

 

Behind the doors, beyond the sea

Knew not gloom, knew not glee;

Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers

Frothing spasms, bone chilling shivers

Death but gently kissed

 

 

Time and space frozen again

Silence surrounds, sorrow strains

Anguish impaired, infected reason

Crimson terror persecuted vision

The bottle slyly hissed

 

 

Healing herbs turned assassin

Victim of a crime of passion

Love defeated, prosecutor Envy

Here he lies, where he longs to be

Embraced by the mist

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May 2, 2010 Post Under Poetry - Read More
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With All Flags Flying

With All Flags Flying

With all flags flying

And purpose, face the challenge;

With all flags flying,

Your standard, raise with glee;

With all flags flying,

Your banner, determination;

With all flags flying –

The best that life can be.

April 16, 2010 Post Under Poetry - Read More
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Coming Home

Coming Home

Karen is out travelling in the far desert lands (possibly meeting Joaquin mid-way), so she asked me to post this piece here on her behalf.

You might have already read this over at her place here, but this totally deserves a second read so here goes:

 

When you left the house this morning,

I was sitting in my chair,

huddled over coffee and uttering a prayer

that you would come home safely

to sit down in your place,

a smile for me a gleaming

through the coal dust on your face.

You'd reach with blackened hands

like so many times before

to take my own within them

as we sat there on the porch,

and you'd tell me how you love me

and the way you'd thought all day

of the dinner I'd have waiting

and of how I'd always say,

"John, I love you, mister!

You've come home to me again,

and I've waited in my breathing

so I can breathe again.

Now go and wash that dirt off,

and, mind, don't track the floor.

I've dinner warm awaiting.

Set your bucket by the door."

Then I'd heave my old worn body

from the seat where every day

I sit and watch the dirt road

for the cloud that comes this way

when your truck pulls up the holler,

and I watch you as you come

and your eyes light up like diamonds

at the love that pulls you home.

They say you've gone away now,

but I sit here by the door

and watch for clouds of glory

to bring you like before.

 

Dedicated to all of the grieving families who lost loved ones in the Montcoal mining disaster on April 5, 2010. May God bless and keep and comfort them.

 

April 10, 2010 Post Under Poetry - Read More
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Postcard

Postcard

oh, fine. i'll set this off then. come on now, kids. don't leave aniket (or me) hanging.

 

Postcard

It was a postcard that you sent
from someplace far away
from the coast of Argentina
or the hills of Paraguay

somewhere where you stayed
for some lost week or two
dulce de leche on your toast
a veranda with a view

I tacked it on the wall
where I slept, above my head
to stare up at the picture
and remember what you said

you never cared for structure
or for deep roots of devotion
and although I’m sure you loved me
I could not compete with motion

It was a postcard that you sent
with some flowers on a stamp
and another with a hero
or some president or champ

I ran my finger over
your familiar hasty scrawl
scratched out with a nub of pencil
and I tacked it to the wall

the people there were lovely
and the rum was 90 proof
and the welcome warm and real
as those tiles on the roof

you told me that I’d love it
if I ever made it down
but I knew how well you knew me
having never left this town

but my life of expectation
ran surprisingly askew
to the point I have forgotten
who you sent that postcard to

so I bought an old used suitcase
and I bought a tank of gas
and I sold what was worth selling
and the rest can kiss my ass

and I left that postcard hanging
on the wall above my bed
with some pesos in my pocket
and that picture in my head.

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March 30, 2010feed Post Under Flash Fiction, Poetry - Read More
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