Is it a wish? Is it a dream? Is it a prayer? Is it a gift? To a father at Christmas, she’s all four. – Dad
A Shade of Ash # 54 – Still Mountains of Hope
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A Shade of Ash # 53 – I Literary Need Your Help
Folks, I think I might need your help. Let me tell you why. During the last week or so. And, I blame Christmas as it’s only a few weeks from now. But, people have not stopped bringing up in festive conversations that I should publish a children’s book. One very special project of mine in particular with a theme of the before said Christmas.
Continue reading “A Shade of Ash # 53 – I Literary Need Your Help”Like a Death Warmed Over
twenty-three years
it was placed in a box
dead for you
dead like you
flatlined from any more pain
you left without a scar
as your zombie still chased me
biting
grabbing for me
I barely stay ahead
how dark were those days
where you could not see me
your vision obscured by the disease
your heart blackened by the rot
your eyes staring into some void
like our blood was no longer the same
that smell still comes back to this day
when I’m hungry for memories
some of them are spoiled
no good anymore
they make me sick
like the day I became infected
by you… by that living death
Journal Entry # 252 – Change to Spare
Give a time, take a time. Fall the time. – Ash
Back Arm Trail
when I was young
I took the back arm way home
where the town ended and the forest began
the whole journey protected
by those evergreen trees I shared days with
every step was like a play
knowing the parts by heart, knowing the story to home
running along in places
others stopping for a spell
little legs, lasting time in the in-between moments of my once-life
A Shade of Ash # 52 – Seek, and you Shall Pine
When I wander, I wonder. When I take the long way, I think the whole day. When I touch the earth, it makes it all worth. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 51 – Life Poetic
The purpose of my soul is to share it. – Ash
A Man Who Walked Through Beads
on the edge of my seat.. bout 6:30
my best behaviour on display
the only way someone else taught me
all the rain had just stopped
as I watched a man walk through beads
My Feelings
that time in the evening
of a September day
is a feeling
a time when thoughts can drift
when sound stays quiet
the road a certain hue of grey
like the sky, maybe one shade away
sometimes I look down and count the patches
kick the broken asphalt
to the dirted sides
where the trees grow
the berries bush
and flowers wild
I look harder at things
appreciate that I am
then
remember someone
think of some time
escape back to a similar place
that time in the evening
I could see into kitchens
and all those moths swarming the post-office lights
hear dogs and guess which one
see cats and watch them go home
smell sawdust and smile
that time in the evening
of a September day
was a feeling
The Dory Between Us
those days we spent in the dory
barely a word was shared aloud
our language was unique to only us
on the nicest of days that were just for you and me
no sun, grey skies, grey ocean…with a hug of a fog
you had no idea but I loved watching you
in awe…
of my captain
my grandfather, only different
when I did, I felt safe and sound
adventurous…like your first mate
catching our bounty of fish for dear Theresa’s table
Earth To Ash 