Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Boomerang

BOOMERANG

A long    crooked path
That is life
Walk-it-out in any direction
    finding mountain-born canyons
                           rapid falls    the gathering of
                 wish dust
        active or mental lust
No matter the course    there will be return
    return        and on the run!
Your path now obscured by natural maturity –
    trees with many branches
          swamps of clumsy creation
This dart  (even though shaven    sanded smooth)
    will find its mark
And thee become    (perhaps old and gray)
    thee become (perhaps) skeptic will call out to HIM
HELP!
“What have you learned?” HE will say
Now begins the real contemplation
What will you carry over into some new direction?
“What is the plan?”    this question asked
    again and again    at some nebulous point
On the wheel

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Joe Maverick June 21, 2011 at 2:26 PM Astoundingly good write Daver, enjoyed the reflective angle and overall depth i found . Credit here for it is due..

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 11, 2011 at 6:00 PM Daver a stunning write and terrific parallel with life and the boomerang effect ..almost like a seesaw of ups and downs.. .. luv the last few lines of ending my friend.. a thought provoking one luv..

Carolyn Devonshire June 11, 2011 at 1:46 PM Daver, I'm glad you picked up on the message in the "what if" doubts poem. We have a choice between worrying about "what if this and what if that" or learning from our past mistakes. Thanks for understanding what I was trying to convey. Love, Carolyn

Carolyn Devonshire June 10, 2011 at 3:07 PM Dadgum, Daver, only you could write a meaningful poem about a boomerang! Indeed, "What is the plan?" A fella I dated gave me a boomerang for Christmas (I'd bought him a suede coat). When I suggested we go outside and toss it around, he said I'd need lessons first. So what exactly was I supposed to do with this boomerang and the "tribal mask" that came with it??? Men mystify me. Enjoyed your poem very much. Love, Carolyn

James Marshall Goff June 9, 2011 at 10:52 AM Hi Daver! I belong to the USBA (United States Boomerang Assoc.) and throw all the time! I'm a lefty!!! how 'bout U?...jimbo Daver Austin June 10, 2011 at 10:18 AM Sorry, just an idea, James. Your Boomerang club sounds like fun. Love, daver

Michelle Mac Donald June 8, 2011 at 3:21 PM Oh, so deeply profound, Daver! Those "boomerangs do come back to either be caught in the hand, or to smack one across the head. Lots happening here, Daver. Questions, "contemplation", making assessments while reviewing one's actions? One can only wish, hope, and PRAY! This week the maple was dropping full of their boomerang seeds, like a mass of chances? Asking "HIM" for "HELP" sounds like the most plausible solution. Wishing you and yours the best!! Love, Mikki Daver Austin June 10, 2011 at 10:29 AM Yes! Even the most confirmed atheist will - reluctantly, of course - ask for HELP

Kabuteng P.Ink K. June 8, 2011 at 8:47 AM Wow, what a very thought provoking write, Dave and I honestly appreciate how your writes always make me think-- love your formatting here too, always so interesting to read your fine works-- and thank you for your inspiring comments-- you made me smile SOO much--could be me under the tree, stuffing myself silly with m&m's or yumm kisses would be yumm too :) hugs and oops, burrp as well ^_^ enjoy your day :D

Andrea Dietrich June 7, 2011 at 9:19 PM Very deep, Daver. It's truly a WHEEL and we are like little hamsters on it!!

James Peranteau June 7, 2011 at 8:04 PM I've beenstuding a book (anthology for the last two days my dear poetic friend...Old world poetry, and your writes fit so well in these writes Dave, I am looking forward to more of your Good giving ! Have a blessed night my friend, and ty for your comments on my writes sir ! Much love, james

James Foulk June 7, 2011 at 5:50 PM a great piece you penned here daver, really enjoyed it. thank you for commenting on cloudy again.

Robert A. Dufresne June 7, 2011 at 5:47 PM the gathering of wish dust ... active or mental lust.. I am enjoying this contemplative poem Daver along with the remakable phrases that make it up. Seems as thoough we are meandering through these mountain -born canyons together... and I guess we all are together and alone. That last question must echo through those canyons of time an exponential number of times... enjoyed this write my friend- Bob