Cerulean Odyssey One, 9-12
9
sometimes I see her near
sometimes I feel her clear
deep inside my heart ache
rest a while
my smouldering embers
on her moss green shoulders
the city dwelling surely
not that far away
I hear a distant drum beat rushing
bloodlines flowing rapids grand
in veins of buttermilk rejection breast
I began my epic journey
orange crate my early bed
shelter from pagan bombs
glass walls my domain
dot com a public address
do not forsake me lord
10
unfamiliar signposts ridicule
discipline lists to do
sandy rivers without bottom
water falls in endless pain
healed by some times laughter
her medicine forgiving
creation as she groans
longing for my footsteps
forward backward forward
three ahead
two behind
one more step for mankind
11
humble alpine meadows
cold snowpack coming
warning of long sleepless nights
if I tarry aimless hope
afraid of morning
be bold be strong
and be transparent
cry the voices in my head
pack my back with cream filled donuts
six pack coffee carry out
slow the rushing memories
affections cold and grey
rain begins a timeless chorus
galleries of disappointment
greet me at the door
12
I have a voice
crying in the broken wilderness
charred remains of ancient cultures
crowd the twisted highway
without reservations
smoke drifts down lazy
words seldom heard anymore
call the forest to attention
north bound slow
south bound speeding
through the cemetery of peace
among shattered tombstones
yesteryear now rests in pieces
buried in the ruins of children
their voice maternal whisper
ears to hear more fears
my cry a pounding rhythm
Copyright © Gerrit Verstraete | Year Posted 2007
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