Little lady, what’s your hurry?
Up the road in such a scurry.
Never you mind,
I will get there on time,
so please, you need not worry.
I’m off to church, my faith to search,
I could do this every day.
So here I go and as you know,
tomorrow I’ll be back this way.
That day I made my way over to where he stood, a place where our dialogue did not require words.
His leg braced his posture while he watched the shoreline lap, his boat sits on a harbor of illusion until the ripples break away its silhouette.
Our eyes to the horizon with the evening sky blushing back at us,
We agreed to just watch, agreed to just be there together…
That day.
I don’t know what it’s like,
Something’s always missing.
The way you used to see me is lost;
Not you, that’s me.
Close sometimes to normal,
Close sometimes to right.
But…only close.
I live, I breathe, but only to exist.
My inner voice holding my hand,
The silence from others is loud.
Shouting quiet words to myself.
Whispers catch in the static, going forever unheard.
Life chases my soul to the finish line,
Pieces keep falling away…
catch them.
As the breeze blows I feel;
I think of you.
A warm breeze, it’s familiar;
The wind is something I remember.
Loved one, gone.
Impossible to lose the memories of
their touch, it’s familiar.
Their embrace is something I remember.
I look like you, I act like you;
although I don’t see you.
I remember us if I think real hard;
Won’t you?
I miss us, the way we were;
Don’t you?
But I’m still here;
You?
(I thought I’d share this poem that was taken from a journal of mine, it was written July 26, 2006.)
Forget Me Never
by Ash
Forget me never;
Forget me not.
Times we loved;
Times we fought.
We walked alone;
We walked together.
Forget me not;
Forget me never.
As I stare at the branches the leaves fall away, Barely able to hang on, the season won't let them stay; Their colors deep shades of orange, some the darkest red, I watched as the wind held you as you fled; Your journey has ended and you now have to go, Where will you land, how far will you blow? The tree can't hold you any longer for autumn is here, The cold is coming and winter is near; Life went on while you fell from grace, Nobody cared that you were displaced; Laying there damp against the rain-soaked roads, Scattered in whatever direction the cool breeze chose; In death there is beauty if we just wait to see, For in the place of just one fallen, there will someday be three.
Hearing the rain reminds me of nights stayed in, There was always something soothing about the wind; The house shaking with every blowing gale, The lights would blink, the lights would fail; An extra blanket may be needed, it's bound to get cold, Holding the covers tight, the heat I must hold; The winds and rain violently crashing against the glass, Each and every gust so much different than the last; Whipping at the window no pattern to the mist, Sometimes the sounds would allow me to drift; I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, The storm outside sometimes defines how I'm feeling; As the rain pours down I get lost in my thoughts, I recall the memories I had almost forgot; Nowhere to be and nowhere to go, Whistling of the wind as it continues to blow; Tonight I’ll curl up to the howling pitter patters, For now at least nothing else matters.
By: Ash Douglas
Broken wall of colour,
how the years have left you behind.
I see your every crack,
I see your every line.
Someone has painted you a picture,
Oh, how very humble.
Now you sit and watch the world,
As the banks beneath you crumble.
No one seems to notice how long it has been,
How long you have sloped how long you have leaned.
But as I gaze out my window each and every day,
I know it won’t be long before you fall away.
For years you did your job and time is not your friend,
Broken wall of colour, when did you begin?
Earth To Ash 