"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"
a tennis court sunset
one more
you would call out
I was already expecting to hear it
every day the same time, we played
a father I met a summer ago
he was good
so good
he made me good too
I loved that about us
it's the only thing I can say we still have
that memory I just told you about
he pushed me
he made me run all over the place
he beat me
over
and over
and... over again
And, I loved every minute of it
I wish I could have
just...
one more
flourishing true love
from a glance to an embrace
now, eternal souls
walk on by strangers
together their hearts do long
happenstance may lead
a July night’s breeze
fills the lungs of two lovers
before words spoken
serendipitous
do their lips crash together
first time like waves do
8:40, nineteen ninety... something
I'm in a random cozy hamlet in Newfoundland
on a busline from somewhere
heading to somewhere else
that made a stop five minutes ago
the people who got off are smoking
some are gone to pee, I'm sure
I had to at the last stop
travelling strangers grabbing chip bags
pop cans
various candy
unlucky scratch tickets
stale coffee and half decent donuts
the bus window is cold against my bored forehead
rocking back and forth waking me up
and cooling me down
from no AC and cabin farts
as if in a signalling moment the big bus hissed
did in my simple peripheral
spot a black cat on a white patio chair
watch for but a second
as a brown rusty sign hangs on for its life
swinging against a summer night breeze
there he is
like the one in every tiny town
the local who says hello to everybody
trys to shake hands
while nodding all the time with a grin
dressed in all demin
wearing a ball cap
full of finger print oil stains
with a broken peak
I hear the name Kenny repeated
must be him
great smile he had
then
the booms and thuds of the luggage compartments
falling into place
then my seat suddenly shakes from a "hands pulling motion"
it annoys me a little
new passengers settle in seats nowhere near me
bonus
I listen as the fares are quoted by the driver
I guess how far they are going by the price
like an are we there yet game
whispers dull to a silence
the lights go dim
no more marked trail to back or front with tiny lights
hiss and hiss of the brakes
the door is pulled shut
hiss and hiss
eyeballs stare in the rearview
they are on
we are off
8:50
old train in summer
travels with two hearts, a stow
destination love
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I am out on the bike for an excursion by the bay. It’s a day off for me, a beautiful day, actually, which makes for a great opportunity to bring some works of “heart” to the poetry digital universe. Along the way, I take a few pictures, have a few birds drop by, and even a few whales breach and say hello. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure. Only, this time, I share some poetry from others as well, which is a new element to Earth to Ash.
Enjoy!!
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over the hillside
past the big tree with the swing
to find old summers
fishermen are gone
nets pulled from their final catch
forecasted heaven
Earth To Ash 