A groundswell of warmth blisters skyward
to skull tip holding sooten tinged
nostrils gifting lungs of hard lessons-
Lessons of life sans that one last
request you simply could've answered
a call though difficult being accepted-
Yes, saved me from a fate of eternal purification
purification that blankets leaves footbottom
below graduating them to ash that will aid new blooms to grow-
No, I will never know fate like my companions
footbottom below for the eternal lake of fire
is for those who when He called said no
A windswell of warmth radiates
inward to soul tip holding tear tinged retnas
lubricating face of easy lessons-lessons of MERCY
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
"What It Took"
Bubbles ascending against aquatic laden barley's stubborness
To rise toward film layered salvation
As if victorious over depths of rememberence
A bar stool melody escorted by drink sobered me
Tis not possible to be sobered by things
So opposed to it's very mission?
What it took were these two things
So pleasant, simple and true
To conjure up a future love-yet I have not met
Where I can say it's the smallest
of things that remind me of the treasure
I have in you
Bubbles effervescing against aquatic laden barley's noncompliance
To always rise toward film
layered salvation-finally to breath
Tis a drink never to be finished
Poured refreshing eternal-a song never to be played out
Will be our love for each other-for it's in the simplest of messages
That preordained it beyond doubt!
JCB-October 28, 2012
To rise toward film layered salvation
As if victorious over depths of rememberence
A bar stool melody escorted by drink sobered me
Tis not possible to be sobered by things
So opposed to it's very mission?
What it took were these two things
So pleasant, simple and true
To conjure up a future love-yet I have not met
Where I can say it's the smallest
of things that remind me of the treasure
I have in you
Bubbles effervescing against aquatic laden barley's noncompliance
To always rise toward film
layered salvation-finally to breath
Tis a drink never to be finished
Poured refreshing eternal-a song never to be played out
Will be our love for each other-for it's in the simplest of messages
That preordained it beyond doubt!
JCB-October 28, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
"Perpetually October"
I heard a song-takin' me back seven July's earlier
flooting, wispering wind reminding me of her....
Thank God! for she matters not this day nor any ahead
Color me jealous twas my start-May birth
of all those to have been born during such an enchanted month
A month of humidity-lacking personality of special days
save for occasional, lonely Orthodox Easter
But it's Easter's salvation-as why I'm living to
praise you......Oh fires hue russet-red,orange like
torches.......
Torches of ancient scaring up hills of spirits in the misty Celtic
lore of my ancestors pagan past- Aquitania to Hibernia
Asturias to Alba
Even you stop your dance of wind carried leaves......
to teach me my heritage on "All Saints" eve
Oh, you are a sparkling, dry island in a calendar sea of cold,
blaze, darkness
humidity-An azure sky covers us both like a blanket.....
Sheltering.......weakening I grab your hand and with tear
stained eye......kissing your forehead one last goodbye
As you slip into violet-gray, pre winter drear.
But, I promise to resurrect what we have once more
For our love affair next year
You captivate
like non other-Oh, October with shivering
soul to me you are dear
Friday, September 14, 2012
"Losin' Susan" (Memorial to past lovers and starting anew)
S
herri left with the wind on sun tortured noon
S
ally's song played memory's gasp, of past emotion burned lifeless ash
S
arah's pew washed under Good Friday's blood cleansed affection for her pulled out to infinitie's sea
S
ydney's window's of blue that guarded me from wicked orbes colored coffee lay slayed by new Spaniard's brown with life reflected off enchanted covered Flamenco gowned
S
hannon lost sight of me before without effection for the warmth of her door, I should return never more
But as never was thought what is as freeing as loving is the power of forgetting
'Tis not an ability so easy but only at a time God decrease fitting
To move on to new adventures, as to numb the discomfort of past echoes
Toward all loves past I collectively claim, calling you by a shared new identified name
I gladly say that I feel fine
To be LOSIN' SUSAN!
herri left with the wind on sun tortured noon
S
ally's song played memory's gasp, of past emotion burned lifeless ash
S
arah's pew washed under Good Friday's blood cleansed affection for her pulled out to infinitie's sea
S
ydney's window's of blue that guarded me from wicked orbes colored coffee lay slayed by new Spaniard's brown with life reflected off enchanted covered Flamenco gowned
S
hannon lost sight of me before without effection for the warmth of her door, I should return never more
But as never was thought what is as freeing as loving is the power of forgetting
'Tis not an ability so easy but only at a time God decrease fitting
To move on to new adventures, as to numb the discomfort of past echoes
Toward all loves past I collectively claim, calling you by a shared new identified name
I gladly say that I feel fine
To be LOSIN' SUSAN!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
"On Fallen Shadow" (An observance of Godly Quiet Time)
Tis always felt that dusk is the most
Pleasant and caressing time of the day
World is hidden in it's timidity outside
window's pane, as bugs buzz somber
On fallen shadows of light
I feel places that are outside this house
but inside my soul,places only He could be
Everywhere, but only here.
This moment so blinding, so paralyzing
Summer heat cools back months into springING
backwards toward Good Friday's,nails dipped blood splattered winey vinegar,
A meeting to occur, spoken in the wind
From voices of old
He cast it preordained
Before it was me to Him
One reason why He bled
banishing my sin
Pleasant and caressing time of the day
World is hidden in it's timidity outside
window's pane, as bugs buzz somber
On fallen shadows of light
I feel places that are outside this house
but inside my soul,places only He could be
Everywhere, but only here.
This moment so blinding, so paralyzing
Summer heat cools back months into springING
backwards toward Good Friday's,nails dipped blood splattered winey vinegar,
A meeting to occur, spoken in the wind
From voices of old
He cast it preordained
Before it was me to Him
One reason why He bled
banishing my sin
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
"Big John"
Taking Albert Rains then only
to criss cross over onto Meighan
The steel rumble in the
cold morning thaw of quaking
tracks signifies the Progressive
and the Georgia-Pacific box cars square
The shattering fart of the
rolling eighteen runs toward '59
Attalla bound vibrating the
eyes of Miss Emma Sansom to
tears sun dried with joy for her
pupils hopes and dreams
Dreams that melt like molten steel
into the pipes of Gulf State's belchin'
ash of grit, cough and soot.
tracks of tire ruts roll up
"Big John" hill to the feet of
Noccaloola, as the "lent heads" of
Alabama CIty push their time cards
for one other day.
As muscles prop tatooed
mustangs puking Taylor Swift
out onto the dashboard
with memories the only thing left
after death of a city never known
but to itself
Which was enough to make it iron strong
It made it iron strong!
JCB July 3, 2012
Taking Albert Rains then only
to criss cross over onto Meighan
The steel rumble in the
cold morning thaw of quaking
tracks signifies the Progressive
and the Georgia-Pacific box cars square
The shattering fart of the
rolling eighteen runs toward '59
Attalla bound vibrating the
eyes of Miss Emma Sansom to
tears sun dried with joy for her
pupils hopes and dreams
Dreams that melt like molten steel
into the pipes of Gulf State's belchin'
ash of grit, cough and soot.
tracks of tire ruts roll up
"Big John" hill to the feet of
Noccaloola, as the "lent heads" of
Alabama CIty push their time cards
for one other day.
As muscles prop tatooed
mustangs puking Taylor Swift
out onto the dashboard
with memories the only thing left
after death of a city never known
but to itself
Which was enough to make it iron strong
It made it iron strong!
JCB July 3, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
"STRANGE AS IT IS"
Speeding like a clock, that no longer uses TIME
When a penny equals a DIME
That's what it feels like our days have become
Scripture said it would be this WAY, to SAY
Which DAY, MAY in fact be the last
No one knows
But folks seem to be a 'CHANGIN'
Every mans an island
Not worried 'bout hurricane ravaged swells
Of life CLOSIN'in to cover all sides
All content to die alone-in a coffin of self INDULGENCE
sensual gratification-self IMPORTANCE, even IMPOTENCE!
Turn on the TUBE-see YOU, him, her ME
getting sucked into STUPIDITY
Blurring the real-into false REALITY
Called true entertainment-false IDENTITY
Yes, these could be those final days-but generations said it BEFORE
Somethin' seems different now-'cause community and fellowship are never MORE
FORE, I branded and empty knock at YOUR DOOR
A lonely knock at YOUR DOOR
Jus' as they used to do in the countryside
I branded an empty knock at YOUR DOOR
To visit and let you know I CARE
But you didn't answer-or where not THERE
So as our days have BECOME
In these strange days-the world grows NUMB
When a penny equals a DIME
That's what it feels like our days have become
Scripture said it would be this WAY, to SAY
Which DAY, MAY in fact be the last
No one knows
But folks seem to be a 'CHANGIN'
Every mans an island
Not worried 'bout hurricane ravaged swells
Of life CLOSIN'in to cover all sides
All content to die alone-in a coffin of self INDULGENCE
sensual gratification-self IMPORTANCE, even IMPOTENCE!
Turn on the TUBE-see YOU, him, her ME
getting sucked into STUPIDITY
Blurring the real-into false REALITY
Called true entertainment-false IDENTITY
Yes, these could be those final days-but generations said it BEFORE
Somethin' seems different now-'cause community and fellowship are never MORE
FORE, I branded and empty knock at YOUR DOOR
A lonely knock at YOUR DOOR
Jus' as they used to do in the countryside
I branded an empty knock at YOUR DOOR
To visit and let you know I CARE
But you didn't answer-or where not THERE
So as our days have BECOME
In these strange days-the world grows NUMB
Saturday, May 5, 2012
"ON FADING RAY"
One Blustery February Sunday
I saw her again, For I thought
I had left her at the old church
That was 2005.
This sentiment of soul won't
lead me home, to that place
I thought we would end
Now it's 2012
I now stop by our old start
of my reborn, only to watch
it die one last time
six and a half years later
This was no fairytale
as truth in my heart
carries me into light
For you never could
With hope so timid
that renews me from slumber
so change will be the process!
It was Maundy Thursday
in a melancholy Sunday school room
and the eve of our Savior's death
In a sun dying square of a room
It was my rebirth in an
undefined boundary of my soul
Out the window it had just rained
as if the sky cried for you
But for me and this room
we no longer had to
I saw her again, For I thought
I had left her at the old church
That was 2005.
This sentiment of soul won't
lead me home, to that place
I thought we would end
Now it's 2012
I now stop by our old start
of my reborn, only to watch
it die one last time
six and a half years later
This was no fairytale
as truth in my heart
carries me into light
For you never could
With hope so timid
that renews me from slumber
so change will be the process!
It was Maundy Thursday
in a melancholy Sunday school room
and the eve of our Savior's death
In a sun dying square of a room
It was my rebirth in an
undefined boundary of my soul
Out the window it had just rained
as if the sky cried for you
But for me and this room
we no longer had to
Monday, February 6, 2012
"The Keeping Season"
I can't remember how that stain got there. Was it when Jeff brought me breakfast in bed two Valentine's ago. Or was it when Marne, our golden lab, couldn't quite hold it until we placed her out into the backyard. Whatever it is won't come up, just like certain memories. Some things won't go away so easy. "Jeff, Jeff! Dear, please get three more boxes. The frames, pillows, linens, covers and blankets still need packaging." "Suzanna, what do you need?" " I said please get me three more large boxes. There is a little more that needs to be stored." "Shawn, I'm looking for three more boxes!" "Just picked up more from behind CVS. They are in the garage." "Thanks son!"
Being seventeen means I'm always one step ahead of everyone, 'specially if they are over forty. So I think. "Dammit!" There's got to be an easier way to pull nails out of walls. 'Little Dodgers' league championship team photo. I still miss 'ya Charles Luker! You will always be my best catcher, regardless of any summer vacation travel accident taking you 'way from me. Jessica Murphy! I place you in this box only to give you a brighter wall to place you on in my parent's new home, one that matches your smile. I will never forget that time in eight grade when Kathryn Alder told me no when I asked her to the 'Santa's Cane' Christmas dance. Boy! how I wanted to sit at home and mope. But you knocked on my door and came into my room even when I protested. Now! 'Backstreet Boys' was not, I repeat, not a good choice but you took me by the hand and we slow danced for thirty minutes straight. Your radiant coffee colored eyes made me forget what I was missing in her baby blues. Holding your petite body in my arms made me feel capable, manly and attractive. That spot, yeah, that one in the corner; remember where we both cried sitting together when you announced that your father was moving to Akron. I still honor our spot when I write poetry to Hannah. I think you'd really like her. We are both going to different colleges in two years. But, I think it is really going to work. Just like you did, she brings out all the positives I never knew I had. I really think that we can 'buck the odds' on that whole long distance relationship thing.
" Stacey! I'm done in here. Do you need the vacuum cleaner? " "Do I need what? Grooh, you are so annoying." My window, yes that same one at the end of the spot where my bed used to be. That was when 'dummy' and one of his friends decided to continue to play baseball, even after they ran out of baseballs and fields for that matter! Rocks, being more jagged have a more meticulous way of breaking glass. I will never forget that May evening four years ago when Dedad Samford passed away. Only on clear nights would I look up at the stars and tell the angels to tell him so many things. To tell him to never let us loose this house. Because this was our special spot. To tell him not to forget to kiss memom Samford 'goodnight.' To tell him to remind me which constelation was what or when the next eclipse and so forth was to come. Just to tell him I'm glad he with Jesus.
"Are you done sweatheart?" "Yes mom! Just wanted to look outside one last time. By the way is that North Star or Lenox?" "I don't know Stace' What is Lenox?" Only dedad Samford knows. It's our secret! "Jeff!" "Yes ladybug?" Are all the hidden keys accounted for from outside?" "Yeah, they are all on the wooden mantel, 'bove the fireplace. It's hard to believe this is the last time we will gather as family in this den. Some refer to their main room as their living room. But we have always called it our den. Or most of the time it was the family court room, 'Kangaroo Court' room that is. I remember the time we took a vote on where family vacation would be held. Their's was Sand Destin on the Florida Gulf Coast. Mine was Jackson Hole in Wyoming. That must have been the shortest session in Samford history. But, severe sun burn and jellyfish stings made a revote in my favor all but assured the next summer.
Then there was the time that 'dummy' ran out of balls and fields for that matter and batted a rock through Stace's window. You should have seen the look on his face when we placed him into our first 'Kangaroo Court.' We had to determine whether it was he or Todd Pearson who smashed Stacey's window. We all knew it was he but he didn't know we knew! 'Course, I came out in a judges gown I borrowed from my old college roomate, Lex, a lawyer in town. Mom, was prosecuting attorney as Stace' and Shawn were plantiff and defendant respectively. Well, again that was one of the shortest court session in Samford history. It was determined that Shawn was culpable 'fore Todd had the lowest batting average on the Dodger's, while having the highest strikeout tally.
" Everybody ready? Come here one last time so we can have our usual 'circle prayer'. Guys I know it will be sentimental this time and feel free to cry if you need. Son, that goes for you to! O.K. who wants to dial........... who wants to hang up?" "I'll open dad!" "Thanks Stace!"
And I'll close!" "Good son!" "Father, please allow numerous bright moonlit nights so that the next little girl that takes my room can speak to the angels so that they can say hi to those she misses." "Dear Heavenly Father! I pray that the next women who shares our bedroom would always be cherished and seen as beautiful. That she would have many Valentine's with breakfast's in bed with stained floors." "And I pray that when the next boy takes my room, that it would be a room of comfort. That when one girl breaks his heart another would be willing to sit in it's warmest corner, to show that she's in his corner. To show that he's all the man that she will ever need." "Father, in closing I pray for the gentleman who will lead his family. That during all holidays, game nights and 'Kangaroo Courts' that each member of his family will understand how valued and cherished they really are. Amen!"
"Both attorneys, I will now call you to the bench." I hereby rule that strip mining does not run in accord with State of Kentucky code 341-A. Therefore the Pine Cove Subdivision cannot be removed without country referendum and vote. Pine Cove residents, congratulations! you have just saved your neighborhood." "Jeff, you did it!" "No, Lex! We did it!" "Thank you Jeff for your grassroots effort on this front. Thanks Mr. Spector! You to Ms. Mitchell. It was all of us! We did this together!" "Lex, I'll say this, that this was one of the shortest court sessions in Samford family history. By the time I woke up from my nap the judge had knocked his gavel a third time." "I know Jeff, that things as loud as Hell!" Amen! Lex, Amen!
Being seventeen means I'm always one step ahead of everyone, 'specially if they are over forty. So I think. "Dammit!" There's got to be an easier way to pull nails out of walls. 'Little Dodgers' league championship team photo. I still miss 'ya Charles Luker! You will always be my best catcher, regardless of any summer vacation travel accident taking you 'way from me. Jessica Murphy! I place you in this box only to give you a brighter wall to place you on in my parent's new home, one that matches your smile. I will never forget that time in eight grade when Kathryn Alder told me no when I asked her to the 'Santa's Cane' Christmas dance. Boy! how I wanted to sit at home and mope. But you knocked on my door and came into my room even when I protested. Now! 'Backstreet Boys' was not, I repeat, not a good choice but you took me by the hand and we slow danced for thirty minutes straight. Your radiant coffee colored eyes made me forget what I was missing in her baby blues. Holding your petite body in my arms made me feel capable, manly and attractive. That spot, yeah, that one in the corner; remember where we both cried sitting together when you announced that your father was moving to Akron. I still honor our spot when I write poetry to Hannah. I think you'd really like her. We are both going to different colleges in two years. But, I think it is really going to work. Just like you did, she brings out all the positives I never knew I had. I really think that we can 'buck the odds' on that whole long distance relationship thing.
" Stacey! I'm done in here. Do you need the vacuum cleaner? " "Do I need what? Grooh, you are so annoying." My window, yes that same one at the end of the spot where my bed used to be. That was when 'dummy' and one of his friends decided to continue to play baseball, even after they ran out of baseballs and fields for that matter! Rocks, being more jagged have a more meticulous way of breaking glass. I will never forget that May evening four years ago when Dedad Samford passed away. Only on clear nights would I look up at the stars and tell the angels to tell him so many things. To tell him to never let us loose this house. Because this was our special spot. To tell him not to forget to kiss memom Samford 'goodnight.' To tell him to remind me which constelation was what or when the next eclipse and so forth was to come. Just to tell him I'm glad he with Jesus.
"Are you done sweatheart?" "Yes mom! Just wanted to look outside one last time. By the way is that North Star or Lenox?" "I don't know Stace' What is Lenox?" Only dedad Samford knows. It's our secret! "Jeff!" "Yes ladybug?" Are all the hidden keys accounted for from outside?" "Yeah, they are all on the wooden mantel, 'bove the fireplace. It's hard to believe this is the last time we will gather as family in this den. Some refer to their main room as their living room. But we have always called it our den. Or most of the time it was the family court room, 'Kangaroo Court' room that is. I remember the time we took a vote on where family vacation would be held. Their's was Sand Destin on the Florida Gulf Coast. Mine was Jackson Hole in Wyoming. That must have been the shortest session in Samford history. But, severe sun burn and jellyfish stings made a revote in my favor all but assured the next summer.
Then there was the time that 'dummy' ran out of balls and fields for that matter and batted a rock through Stace's window. You should have seen the look on his face when we placed him into our first 'Kangaroo Court.' We had to determine whether it was he or Todd Pearson who smashed Stacey's window. We all knew it was he but he didn't know we knew! 'Course, I came out in a judges gown I borrowed from my old college roomate, Lex, a lawyer in town. Mom, was prosecuting attorney as Stace' and Shawn were plantiff and defendant respectively. Well, again that was one of the shortest court session in Samford history. It was determined that Shawn was culpable 'fore Todd had the lowest batting average on the Dodger's, while having the highest strikeout tally.
" Everybody ready? Come here one last time so we can have our usual 'circle prayer'. Guys I know it will be sentimental this time and feel free to cry if you need. Son, that goes for you to! O.K. who wants to dial........... who wants to hang up?" "I'll open dad!" "Thanks Stace!"
And I'll close!" "Good son!" "Father, please allow numerous bright moonlit nights so that the next little girl that takes my room can speak to the angels so that they can say hi to those she misses." "Dear Heavenly Father! I pray that the next women who shares our bedroom would always be cherished and seen as beautiful. That she would have many Valentine's with breakfast's in bed with stained floors." "And I pray that when the next boy takes my room, that it would be a room of comfort. That when one girl breaks his heart another would be willing to sit in it's warmest corner, to show that she's in his corner. To show that he's all the man that she will ever need." "Father, in closing I pray for the gentleman who will lead his family. That during all holidays, game nights and 'Kangaroo Courts' that each member of his family will understand how valued and cherished they really are. Amen!"
"Both attorneys, I will now call you to the bench." I hereby rule that strip mining does not run in accord with State of Kentucky code 341-A. Therefore the Pine Cove Subdivision cannot be removed without country referendum and vote. Pine Cove residents, congratulations! you have just saved your neighborhood." "Jeff, you did it!" "No, Lex! We did it!" "Thank you Jeff for your grassroots effort on this front. Thanks Mr. Spector! You to Ms. Mitchell. It was all of us! We did this together!" "Lex, I'll say this, that this was one of the shortest court sessions in Samford family history. By the time I woke up from my nap the judge had knocked his gavel a third time." "I know Jeff, that things as loud as Hell!" Amen! Lex, Amen!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
"Solus"
What darkness lies ahead that light
cannot shine through
If only a spark can birth that light
While laying darkness to death
Nothing tis more magical than a woman
caring and true
None is more eternal than chosen woman
destined to one man
What fool believes in neither of these
none who knows the One
Who gives so freely, in innocence so freely
cannot shine through
If only a spark can birth that light
While laying darkness to death
Nothing tis more magical than a woman
caring and true
None is more eternal than chosen woman
destined to one man
What fool believes in neither of these
none who knows the One
Who gives so freely, in innocence so freely
"The Coffin"
Waking up can be so hard to do
for you're apt to
feel worthless
leaving behind the daily grind you once knew
going to sleep is difficult
with mind a racing with endless possibilities
that must be strengthened and built
Going to bed is easy to do
as the hope of new possibilities die leaving one blue
going to bed is unemployment's reward
for the leisure of evening brings
about equality for the worker and non worker alike
as the diplomas hang up on the wall, seeming bored
so to start another day could bring much needed hope
to open this emotional coffin
where one can exhale and cope
for you're apt to
feel worthless
leaving behind the daily grind you once knew
going to sleep is difficult
with mind a racing with endless possibilities
that must be strengthened and built
Going to bed is easy to do
as the hope of new possibilities die leaving one blue
going to bed is unemployment's reward
for the leisure of evening brings
about equality for the worker and non worker alike
as the diplomas hang up on the wall, seeming bored
so to start another day could bring much needed hope
to open this emotional coffin
where one can exhale and cope
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Transitorium (The Hourglass)
With her right hand turning the nob right birthed "Asia"
It was the "Heat of the Moment" That October breeze blew into
her window reminding her of Septembers ago when she was a debutante
in the April of her life
With her left hand turning the steering left birthed a sight of
a lonely house on a hill. The November chill blew into her window
reminding her of Octobers ago when she
married and planned a family in the May of her life
With her right hand she cupped a droplet of rain turning palm downward
to wave it goodbye. The December sleet blew into her face watching son
run onto the gridiron reminding her of Novembers ago when she delivered him
in the June of her life
With her left hand she stroked the empty pillow beside her turning
her hand upward underneath it to draw it closer. The January freeze knocked against
her window reminding her of Decembers ago when she was warmed by always
receiving what she wished consumating the warmth of the moment as if it were the July
of her life.
With her right hand on his knee she turned her hand upward to receive a pendant from a stranger for a hurried Valentine's dinner for two. The February ice knocked her soul paralyzed reminding her of that January past when she discovered she was jilted for one younger in the fading heat of the August of her life.
With her left hand she curled her daughter's mane. Turning it down to tighten her bow
The March gust tickled her skin reminding her of Februarys past with courters lined up to
present love at last, since her beauty was soon to wane in the dry weak warmth during the September of her life
With her right hand she carved the Easter ham, turning it up to contour each slice
only to place it on a half empty table. The April wisper trickled through the window
caressing her ears reminding her of March pasts when she always found the golden egg
as the golden opportunity always found her as clear and brilliant as the October of her life
With her left hand she held her mother's arm turing it down to direct her to the nearest
chair in the doctor's office. The May melancholic humidity rendered her lethargic, reminding her of April's ago when her mother's vibrance centered her soul of things to come
for her but faded into illusion just like her mother's life force as the fading light akin
to the November of her life
With her right hand she fastened her son's gown turning palm upward to center his cap
per graduation day. The June flowered air awakened her smell reminding her of Mays ago
when new beginnings brought never endings of prospects but was only a mirage as she
was due to lose her mother soon it being the December of her life
With her left hand she brushed away the sweat on her forehead turning it down
to thrust salted crusts toward the floor. The July blaze flamed her skin reminding her of a Junes ago when his touch inflamed all senses as those warm evening with every second representing new beginnings as if it were the January of her life
With her right hand she sifted sand through her fingers to palms turning it up skyward
to let it be awakened by the sun for once. The August "onshore" salty pasted her memory of Julys ago along this same shore, when her father's caress let her dangle safely in the sea but not too deep, as if all was to be preserved to reserve an endless future of masculine protection as if it were the February of her life.
With both hands she covered her face collecting tears to allow herself to be cleansed at once. The weak September transience wistled through her bedroom window reminding her of Augusts ago signify a change in seasons to a quieter more temporate time in life teaching that begginings can only start when illusions of the future are left past. She grabbed the crucifix 'round her neck and on bended knee prayed to God, promising to be thankful for the present of the presence that would be open to find a new beginning as a fresh spring day in the March of her life. She opened both hands to receive his grace as if it were the March of her life.
JCB
*This is a work that has to do with how carefree expectations as a child are always warped on the rocks of reality. Time, just like waves crashing upon a seashore transform, warp and even make anew the object it antagonizes. It is those whom accept this fact of life and make the best of it that can find true peace and be able to have both hands open to the gifts that heaven desires to give, gifts that can allow you to start anew in life.
It was the "Heat of the Moment" That October breeze blew into
her window reminding her of Septembers ago when she was a debutante
in the April of her life
With her left hand turning the steering left birthed a sight of
a lonely house on a hill. The November chill blew into her window
reminding her of Octobers ago when she
married and planned a family in the May of her life
With her right hand she cupped a droplet of rain turning palm downward
to wave it goodbye. The December sleet blew into her face watching son
run onto the gridiron reminding her of Novembers ago when she delivered him
in the June of her life
With her left hand she stroked the empty pillow beside her turning
her hand upward underneath it to draw it closer. The January freeze knocked against
her window reminding her of Decembers ago when she was warmed by always
receiving what she wished consumating the warmth of the moment as if it were the July
of her life.
With her right hand on his knee she turned her hand upward to receive a pendant from a stranger for a hurried Valentine's dinner for two. The February ice knocked her soul paralyzed reminding her of that January past when she discovered she was jilted for one younger in the fading heat of the August of her life.
With her left hand she curled her daughter's mane. Turning it down to tighten her bow
The March gust tickled her skin reminding her of Februarys past with courters lined up to
present love at last, since her beauty was soon to wane in the dry weak warmth during the September of her life
With her right hand she carved the Easter ham, turning it up to contour each slice
only to place it on a half empty table. The April wisper trickled through the window
caressing her ears reminding her of March pasts when she always found the golden egg
as the golden opportunity always found her as clear and brilliant as the October of her life
With her left hand she held her mother's arm turing it down to direct her to the nearest
chair in the doctor's office. The May melancholic humidity rendered her lethargic, reminding her of April's ago when her mother's vibrance centered her soul of things to come
for her but faded into illusion just like her mother's life force as the fading light akin
to the November of her life
With her right hand she fastened her son's gown turning palm upward to center his cap
per graduation day. The June flowered air awakened her smell reminding her of Mays ago
when new beginnings brought never endings of prospects but was only a mirage as she
was due to lose her mother soon it being the December of her life
With her left hand she brushed away the sweat on her forehead turning it down
to thrust salted crusts toward the floor. The July blaze flamed her skin reminding her of a Junes ago when his touch inflamed all senses as those warm evening with every second representing new beginnings as if it were the January of her life
With her right hand she sifted sand through her fingers to palms turning it up skyward
to let it be awakened by the sun for once. The August "onshore" salty pasted her memory of Julys ago along this same shore, when her father's caress let her dangle safely in the sea but not too deep, as if all was to be preserved to reserve an endless future of masculine protection as if it were the February of her life.
With both hands she covered her face collecting tears to allow herself to be cleansed at once. The weak September transience wistled through her bedroom window reminding her of Augusts ago signify a change in seasons to a quieter more temporate time in life teaching that begginings can only start when illusions of the future are left past. She grabbed the crucifix 'round her neck and on bended knee prayed to God, promising to be thankful for the present of the presence that would be open to find a new beginning as a fresh spring day in the March of her life. She opened both hands to receive his grace as if it were the March of her life.
JCB
*This is a work that has to do with how carefree expectations as a child are always warped on the rocks of reality. Time, just like waves crashing upon a seashore transform, warp and even make anew the object it antagonizes. It is those whom accept this fact of life and make the best of it that can find true peace and be able to have both hands open to the gifts that heaven desires to give, gifts that can allow you to start anew in life.
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