Poetry continued.


Twilight at the Gate



Sunset

The dogs barked.

And there he stood at the gate

Like magic

Grey hair and older

His eyes still the same colour

When he laughed

Or told a story

I could see him there inside

Like yesterday

Younger and full of it

When I could stand close and hear his breathing in the dark

But for six feet I could be there again

His heart next to mine

Such a long way six feet

Decades in the measure

Common sense standing at the gate

Saying,

"This way is folly.

The wind sings wicked here

The sound of songs should sound of breaking glass and hearts to you.

Go home to your responsibilities and leave this place."

And yet I measure the distance between the here and there

Consider the possibilities looking for any purchase.

Measuring the joy with the peril.

Distance measured in years of loss and regret

Refugees in our on skin

No home till the moment

You once again stand at my gate singing ...

"We're on our way home."

Who could after all this time

After all those years of being true and honorable to our responsibilities?

Deny us the last rays of this sunset. *




****


But for Three Words



Sunset

The dogs barked.

And there he stood at the gate

Grey hair and older

His eyes still the same colour

When he laughed

Or told a story

I could see him there inside

Like yesterday

Younger and full of it

When I could stand close and hear his breathing in the dark

But for 12 inches I could be there again

His heart next to mine

Such a long way 12 inches

Decades in the measure

Common sense standing at the gate

Saying,

"This way is folly.

The wind sings wicked here

The sound of songs should sound of breaking glass and hearts to you.

Go home to your responsibilities and leave this place."

And yet we measure the distance between the here and there

Consider the possibilities looking for any purchase.

Measuring the joy with the peril.

Distance measured in years of loss and regret

Refugees in our on skin

No home till the moment

You once again stand at my gate singing ...

"Were on our way home."

Who could after all this time

After all those years of being true and honorable to our responsibilities?

Deny us the last rays of this sunset. *



But for three words.




*****


My Right Toe of Ann is inflamed.

I just went out in the yard and got red ants on my Tao.

Kind of pizzed them off so they bit it.

Tomorrow? I'm going to explore the Tao of Amdro..

Stings like heck.

May the force ( of Amdro) be with you.

Author Ann



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So I took a walk just to clear my head.

It didn't help.

I made a list of the pros and cons.

I tossed the list.

I waited on the side of the road for enlightenment.

But in the end all I got was a numb butt.

I did what my mama always says a person should do in this situation.

I stayed out of trouble, stayed home, and cleaned something.

Sure enough I had something to show for my time spent only I didn't have an answer.

A clean closet?

Yes

An answer.

Nada

I watched The Devil Wears Prada and Because I Said So

It was entertaining and got my mind off of it for a bit

But still?

Nothing.

Then I did what I should have done in the first place.

I wrote about it on the internet.

I asked complete strangers what I should do.

Put the comments in the "on" but hidden mode.

Then I took another walk because it really was lovely outside.

I waited for the answer.



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" You know " said the Walrus as he looked ahead,

"The worst of life is this awful dread.

But once you get around it.

Put it out of your head.

It's all smooth sailing...."

..

"Fingers fly on strings

Notes fly on a spring breeze-.

A string breaks mid song."

Author Ann

1/3/09

.

July.

Morning on the River Jordan

Arms and legs tanned.

Hair bleaching silver like driftwood in the sun

Barefoot and drowsy

We sit.

Watching for daylight.

Like eating a peach

Sweet...

Our day unfolds.

Author Ann 8 July, 2009

all rights reserved by the author.





^^^^



My Bonnie Nell has wings.

She's flying through the air

My Bonnie Nell flies through the night

Without a want of care

Through silver seas she's flying

Her joy can't be contanted

Her sails they dance among the stars

The Moon? She calls her name.

from the Voyage of the Bonnie Nell

June 17, 2009

Author Ann

All rights reserved by the author.




*****



pause.  I found this cover of a Simon and Garfunkle song.








.

At the end of the road.

Two steps past the Budweiser can.

She does the Dance of the Free

Behind the Deadend road sign.

And next to that patch of Shasta Daisies going to seed

The one with the beginnings of those new yellow flowers that look like Coreopsis next to it

Just two steps further

Freedom



.


3 years, 11 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, 8 hours, 45 minutes, and assorted seconds ago.

When two steps past the door seemed like miles?

She had no idea what two steps past that dead end sign looked like

Now she does.

On short walks.

Then longer walks

Then hikes

In the sun, the heat and the rain,

Just so she could find out what was two steps farther.



________________

He told her she could go further than that if she wanted.

It took a while for her to believe him

Then one day she did

Believe him

So she did.

Walk two steps more

Then two more after

To the end of the other road.

And then back pretty quick because the ligtht there was so bright.

And the freedom was so much.

It kind of scared her.

Like the Mockingbird she saw flying out of the nest one morning

The baby one that was fledging

The first flight where intuition took that bird futher than it's mind had gone.

Faith.

Flying higher and higher,

Then nearly falling when it realized where it'd gone to.

A bumblebee who'd just been told that by all the laws in science?

It shouldn't fly

So it makes a beeline back to the nest

To sort it all out



-------------------

He was right.

Just two steps further.

Just two steps further than what the map said was a dead end?

Wasn't a dead end at all.

It was a beginning.


*****


Hey ya.

Hey yah, yah, yo

You should see me race

You should watch me go

I got the fastest boat that you'll ever know

Singing hey yah, hey yah, yo



When I was born

The Doc looked at me

He said this one was born to sail the seas

She's got a mind that strong

And a heart that's free

Sing hey yah, hey yah, yo.



Sing hey ya

Hey yah, yah, yo

You should see me race

You should watch me go

I got the fastest boat and crew you know

We sing hey yah, hey yah, yo.



Sing hey yah

Hey yah, yah, yo

You should see me race

You should watch me go

I got the fastest boat

We go, go, go.

Sing hey yah, hey yah, yo





On the river

Or over the sea

Any kind of water don't matter to me

I got angel wings. I'm sailing free.

Sing hey yah, hey yah, yo



Sing hey yah

Hey yah, yah, yo

You should see us race

You should watch us go

We got the fastest boats.

That you'll every know

Sing hey yah, hey yah yo

Sing hey yah, go, go, go...



Lyrics and melody by AuthorAnn c 2009 all rights reserved.


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brb


When beavers get old do they all turn into cougars?



well?


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