Poetry, road Blocks
5 AM Morning run
Under Construction deadlines
Fueled by confusion
End of year decisions
Pesty Father Time, and baby son...
[My first thought- Gordon, they have started companies now?]
Don’t like the signs
As it may be
They are ties that bind
Eye to eye
Human reality
Snow filled pot holes
Blinding to those unkind...
Time heals on every turn
On that old track
So they say, we make
Oceans to my left
Cold winds on my back...
[Sorry guys, could not resist, and Laura thought it was funny! Creativity in unusual ways...]
Popcicle stick wax stains
Mile for mile
Painted Lady autumn toes
Fierce muslin rag pain
another half a year gone
Fire and ice, women pay the price...
Worth every smile...
Back on the road
Drove, and drove
Know what was found
Only beauty; no road blocks
Mingled with mindless construction
Underpaid workers rearranging mounds of water...
Forty nine next June
All will seem a blur
New Jersey roads
frozen Millstone Pond
Cat tail memory
Road side photos will stir...
Planes leaving Newark
Heard passing overhead
Maybe someones last flight
Mom and Dad are gone
Mesquite, tumble weed
Cactus, ground cover plunder
Once said their daughter was contrite...
Words, energy to burn
Time to make another pass
Round and round it goes
Snow fall stumbles
Scribbles, love attacks
Only reminiscing around the old track...
Thanks for coming over to my part of the world, and sharing in my 'Under Construction' and Friday Shoot Out... See you next week...
2 years ago











