soggy clothes,
drape limp like hope,
need to be wrung out,
soaked from night sweats,
save all the drops, in a clear cup,
from sobs into a tired pillow case,
good to the last drop,
save all the tears, in a clear cup,
on a window sill,
watch them evaporate evenly in the heat,
of the days,
of the sun,
maybe then,
ah then and maybe,
  wellness will be found again,
   tears will stop,
   no longer a hole in the heart,
    and joy will fill the whole of life,
     unless the clouds thick and static
       stay still, and hide the heat to take
         the tears and sweat ...away.

But wait, ...
       what will show the trail of the trial,
        to here? 


                                     Yes... look closer and see,
                                             the line high up on
                                                   the clear cup.

eyes fixed
on the black disc,
a dot on a white
surface,
digesting
the suggestion,
to discover,
what it is to play.

stick in hand,
head up,
eyes drink in
the frozen surface,
bodies moving,
gliding, striding,
each action a demand
to play.

everytime your stick
touches the ice,
it leaves a line or
a trail, giving not away, the intent,
but the chill thrill of the play,
about to happen through,
creativity sharing by passing,
a dot, a disc, proof of play.

skate blades carve and cut, finding,
that fine edge of traction attraction,
control is the mirage, as the ice steam,
rises to a fog hardly noticed,
among the players of the game they,
all adore, one cuts in front, takes the pass,
he shoots, He Scores!,
All because he kept his stick on the ice.


©DWE032014

Soul to feed,
from origins
of the first love,
not greed,
not of nutrition
but fruition,
and of need.

Starts with belief.

There
could be
no sweeter moment
than if I tasted
your exhale, full with
a hint of
honey as my
last breath
...



©DWE032014

If I could sing, it would not be a lament,
I cannot sing,
If I could sing, it would be an exultation,
I cannot sing,
For some might hear and go deaf, as a result,
I cannot sing,
I will not sing unless, the wind is running wild,
                                   the view of the ocean, as seen by a child,
                                   the place is nowhere near, nay nigh,
I cannot sing so,
I will write Fare Thee Well in a lilt, that sends chills down the spine,

I will write, I am richer for knowing you, even in this dark night where I
                                                                ­     travel poorly all alone,
I will write May God watch over us, both need His Grace and His Mercy,
                                                          ­  each day without you, and no song
                                                            ­                                              is wrong,
For I cannot sing.



©DWE032014

there was a day, like any other day,
in a military place and military time,
where an exercise was as close to war as
Marcel Marceau speaking about pantomime,
we the engineers were to build a bridge,
there was no margin for error, the length
had to fit.
The coded message sent and the math did not
agree with the winter reconnaisance, see?
It was spring and the creek had blown back
the banks, in such a telling way that we
                                      had to say
in clear, "it's got to be long, it's got to be long"

we measure time in much the same way
what have you got to show for the time you have
been allowed, out to play,
run with that rope and when it stops,
so do you, your life is through,
birth and youth are all that sadly some get,
others have had a century and will live more, I bet,

the emPHAsis is on the wrong syllABLE,
bring not your curriculum vitae to the table,

I want to know, how many
hours in a row, have you smiled?
Found something lost or captive,
returned it or set it free,
I want to know have you ever
hugged a child and let them decide
when to let go?
I want to know have you knelt beside
a person in despair, put one hand
on their shoulder and caught every tear
that they dropped in your other hand,
and gathered them
up,
and threw them into the sky and cried,
Why, oh Why, this one?
why not me instead...
    
I want to know if you have ever woke up laughing,
when you went to bed crying, or
thanked God for living when you thought you were dying,
At length, I want to know if you know how vital you are
to the rest of us, with out you we all fail the test,
that make us humanity,
that make us community
common unity
poetry.



©DWE032014

they exist
they are betwixt
young
and eternal,
bold
and Gentle,

there is
a beauty
like None Other,

for each
is unique
and can be
found Ubique,

so stay with
me when
sleep wrestles
my head to
the bed
and holds
me there
till I yield,

a field fertile
with rows
upon
rows of sleepy
potatoe eyes,

or stars that
have taken
light years
to get them
selves seen,

or just two
old souls,
you and me side
by side, by side, by side, by
holding our breath,

until
laughter
bursts,

like dandelion clocks
blown by a breath
that bubbles to the
surface of the quiet
pool of peace from
the old soul you are.


©DWE022014

a moment of time,
a glance, just enough light,
a thought
a breath exhanged,
                              between two,
is there reason
is this right
a doubt
a day rearranged,
                            who knew?
so close to perfection
so choose a direction
so lose yourself
so much to lose,
                          all in the passion for poetry,
add words,
out loud sounds,
go for the prose,
rhymes, found reason up above,
add movement and it becomes sublime,

don't let it end
don't make it end,
hold on, go beyond the status quo,
let go of the present state of affairs,

in debt to life,
in debted to my wife,
in *******, not free,
what is it that cages me,

the walls, I built
the stalling, the years
it is appalling, all under fear

                                              of failure.
don't be shy
annunciate,
give life a try,
read out loud,
to yourself or the crowd,
climb the mountainous ampitheatre,
is that fear, the smell or some other fetor,
how does a relationship resemble barbed wire?

walk in the forest, among the tall trees, the moss is
soft as you fall to your knees, humbled by what?, Child,
they will find you, you are not lost,
they will find you at all costs, you may not know
where in life you are, where you fit, what is you purpose
this is it,
write, write, write
draw ink it is the blood that pours out
taking poison with it like rain down a downspout,
you are not in the gutter
that is for the utter guise, who mock while copying
your imperfections
that make you human,
some have given you up,
some have written you off,
some have written down,
                                         but they did not expect
                                           to find such marrow in
                                             those bones,
                                               such beautiful bones,
                                                 no one owns but you,
                                                     so write down to the bones
                                                         use that marrow for ink,
                                                            ­ stand in the shadows of
                                                              ­   the giants you fear,
                                                           ­          in a voice that trembles
                                                        ­               with emotions, sound the
                                                             ­              words that roll like thunder
use words like swords and weigh them
with your muscled tongue,
and those who listen, those who read
will get your meaning...and sorrow that
they did not write with
                              passion, fire, touch, taste,
there is no down, your words are kindling
to start the pyre,
that will cremate the self you left behind.
Phoenix Rise!
To Write.



©DWE022014

belt loops need an occupant,
pants two sizes too big,

like a shot up mig
cuffs wearing thin, see, red heels?,

bags and bags of leg space,
oh how thin, now is your face,

years younger than you looked
before, mind your limp and crooked back,

your broken down body,
has lightened the load,
here have another hot toddy,
the weather she bodes,

ill, sit close out of the wind,
had supper?, wait till we fend,
after the restaurants close,
the best chow?, well our noses

will know, no it wasn't supposed
to be like this, promised you Camelot
too bad I drank alot
then and now,

promised you cars and vacations,
now begging outside gas stations,
promise you a place, a palace,
now we get broke down malice,

my skin is not thick as the smoke
we smoke, yet they yell and swear,
give a kick or a poke, when they
find me out cold
in the cold

we need each other, for no one else
wants us, anywhere near them,
no family to take care, not that they would
we are broke
we are down
so much malice,

in a world that has everything
we need a warm place,
we need good food,
please don't treat me like a fool,
we need people to know
we weren't
this way...always


©DWE022014