There's a groove in the floor
I slip into it each morning
I slide on cold steel casters
Driven by a low-rumbling steam
Pushed through my routines.
It goes down the stairs
And into the shower
And loops around to the mailbox
And past the fridge.
Sometimes there are a few splinters
Sometimes it's polished smooth
And it feels effortless to move along
I dream that the groove will lead out
Into the deep green forest
And crest upon a granite cliff
Where the vista over patchwork fields
And under rain-laden clouds piled high
Is opened up before me.
But it passes the table
And the TV
And the couch.
Next time it brings me to the mailbox
I'm going to make my big break.
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
It'll go like this, a December day
Dishes and laundry all put away
The thermostat set way down low
The car is loaded, it's time to go
It'll be like this, a snowy road
Driving north with a precious load
Of treasures wrapped with anticipation
Our hearts are primed for the celebration
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces Familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
It's always like this, when we've gone half way
The weather turns to a snowy day
In the falling darkness, there are no other cars
Our headlights illuminate the on-rushing stars
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
Hours gone by, and arriving at last
We're finally still after moving so fast
We sit in the car, a moment or two more
We take a deep breath and open the door
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 2:02 PM UTC
Come and sit there on the cushion
Our chopping and mixing and baking are done
We must just sit and talk about nothing
And enjoy all these things
That we built as the sun went down
Come and share a drink with me
So much out there is pointless and lost
But in here there is a plan and an order
This we eat first, and then we'll eat that
And when we've drunk our glasses dry
We can fill them again
Come and help me gather these things
Stacked and washed and dried
We'll put them all on a shelf
Or into a purpose-made drawer
And they will be there for us again
On another lazy ordinary evening
Until one day our hearts
Will cry for want of just one more
Dec 1, 2022
Dec 1, 2022 at 1:35 PM UTC
It's like this, the rain
In grey and cold November
We feel it inside
Dec 1, 2022
Dec 1, 2022 at 1:10 PM UTC
"With the going down of the sun
And in the morning" go the memorable lines
And when the sun sets in my corner of the planet
It does indeed seem a good time for remembrance.
From the days when we lived among trees and grasses
The setting of the sun must have been a touch-point
For gathering one's clan members close
And with the brightening of each new day
There must have come a great but quiet relief
To have made it to the other side of the great darkness.
In a quiet twilight today
With the season's leaves all on the ground
After a blustery night yesterday
I think about the coming night ahead
Only in terms of slowing down,
Some good food
And an anticipated restful sleep.
But there are little gaps here and there in our lives
Aren't there?
The ones just away
Or whom we have lost for good.
And at the going down of the sun
And in the morning
They are with us briefly again.
Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 5:40 PM UTC
Flit away on the wind
Swirling like autumn leaves
Twisting on the sidewalk
Children or dogs run through
Chasing this leaf then that
Then another distracts and they're off
Raked into a pile on the lawn
A gust blows them all away again
Tumbling down the street
Colours turn into browns,
Crisp turns into soil, sustenance for trees
Their branches reaching skyward
Sometimes I'm like the trees
Sometimes I'm like the leaves
Sometimes leafing, sometimes leaving.
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC
Rumours like echoes
That reverberate off ice
Memories sometimes just don't feel like playing nice
They are the textures
Of the fabric that I wear
The holes, a coldness
Through the stitches you made there.
Still the darkening of the day
Leaves long shadows
That persist in the strangest ways
And a chilling wind blows
Until the night swallows up
All the light
I send out words for the living
Thin but bright as if of chrome
Returning echoes are the ones that make it home.
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 4:06 PM UTC
I am much taller in person
Than I am on your screen.
They say that the camera puts on ten pounds
But the images in my memory weigh a tonne.
A picture of you paints a thousand words
In a language I struggle to understand.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Unless you've left your heart behind.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 11:16 AM UTC
Nothing from the world
Silence like a bell that rings
I make my own noise
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 10:18 AM UTC
Who is it that comes?
A crunch from the pathway heard
Icy frozen steps
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 10:15 AM UTC