I wander on a journey that may fail
The compass heading points me to true blue
Late Summer is the time I know so well
Accentuated by my thoughts of you
I wonder as I wander through the maze
What separated us as years sped by?
My love for you displaced by cruel malaise
Still on the journey asking myself why
Acceptance is the price I have to pay
I’ll try my best to take the good with bad
Accepting our relationship’s decay
Your absence from my life makes me so sad
To make the best of life remains the goal
My thoughts of you are balsam for my soul
Each of my limbs is meant for adorning
With beautiful lights and jolly decorations
Ribbons flow around me, never warning
This is the time when love touches in sensations
I still remember the joy of the squirrels and birds
When I lived in the forest, beside the oaks I love
For the ache in my heart, there are really no words
But I must sacrifice my quiet life for the One above
He is worth more than many of my green hands
I am only one of this Jesus’ many fans!
balsam scented room
candelabra glowing red ~
festive spectacle
red bubble tree lights
dance amongst silver tinsel~
an old-fashioned flare
laughter and chatter
warm the home with joyful cheer~
holiday party
sweet savory scents
inviting holiday feast~
edible presents
diamond ring surprise
an enchanting engagement~
holiday magic
newborn in velvet
cradled by his grandmother~
celebrated life
though rather late, I woke up
i might have thought I wasted time in nodding
but what a wonderful dream I had
the hoary woods crew
danced on my eyelids
sourced balsam scent and poppies
the floaters
fresh and cruel motivators
i limp along, with a beard so long, and cane
my knee’s bent, my pace slowing
but shadow’s spreading
as I part my lips, dandelion seeds sail
through gentle
waves of wind toward
generation gaps
the stories
i will tell of flagons, empty dragon’s breath
joy of open eyes
how sunlight revives the tenderness of life
implement the words of Solomon the wise
She hears again his guttural sob
as he orgasms behind her.
Between his muscles and her anima -
butter and balsam.
She spreads herself,
makes herself parts to be used.
Afterward,
his hurried dressing,
his indifferent coldness.
Then, as usual, he leaves her
for that bony
with halitosis.
One cigarette after another;
she draws the smoke into her lungs,
into her belly, feels the fumes
turning to vengeful wraiths.
She opens drawers
tossing his clothes,
anything that smells of him.
She wants to write letters,
raw accusatory letters
to his pride --- his bull-S soul
She imagines following him,
demanding violent sex
just to use him up.
One last warm splash,
one more flick of her wrist,
then turning away swiftly,
deleting him out of her life
forever.
On one of the myriad bays
along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust
at bay I said to Dave because
you’ll spend all day gathering
2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry.
An undiminished population of humans is risible.
Black spruce and balsam fir,
you can eat the inner bark
in a starvation emergency.
There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry—
each orange pith around the stone
worth maybe a quarter calorie.
Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits
not out yet and to date I have not
savored one. Let’s see—dandelion
of course and huckleberry but
the most important source of sustenance
would be seaweed.
Learn your mushrooms! for the protein.
Accept the situation
come the apocalypse.
I struggle against my insignificance
but it would be better to struggle
against my ignorance.
Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness.
That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation
there’s a lot you can eat when in need—
the hips of roses and the pips of grasses.
And an endless supply of seaweed—
bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir
The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.
1/21/23
Contest: Writing Challenge - Andaree Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
( howmanysyllables and rhymezone used to check poem)
My climbing rope is broken
better fix it
said the excitable culprit
A praying mantis was in my sandwich
it provided a challenge
crunch crunch went my dentures
Please don't force the hyacinths
let them blossom in their own time
Please don't be too eager again
If your fingers grow stiff
ply them with balsam
if not rub them with ash
Teddy bear don't let the shadows get you
Depend on somebody
Watch over for the angels
we never meet
globes and gold tinsel
balsam trees bless, a festive flair
presents await us
11/16/2022
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss,
capturing young heartbeats with all their might.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
Within eternity, I reminisce
of the mystery of scenes I recite.
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss,
scarlet like lips lit with starlight's fierce gliss.
Capture twinkling eyes in wooing moonlight.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
Balsam cedarwood musk I can't dismiss,
pressed against my breast with, "Farewell, good night."
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss.
Without request of others' stark permiss,
retain vibrant props of charming delight.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
As ivy climbs pillars, I hold you tight,
oblivious to forthcoming abyss.
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
8-4-22
Violaceous lulling bell
Enchantment be thou spell
Prodigious tortile entwine
Weathered be thy vine
Solstice utmost fair
Lay waste to arctic air
Embedded mossy root
Colossal venue afoot
Keeper of florid bliss
Ambrosia ne’er remiss
Petals supple blush
Lavish wisteria lush
Wispy balsam waft
Caress be e'er soft
Atop verdant bough
Tender be thy sough
Briny tis vast bethrong
Balsam swept windsong
Droplets align brusque seas
Sailors beware perilous lees
Fickle fathoms she weeps
Discorded notion steeps
Coquet tempest squall
Bounden to celestial call
Sail me matey, harness rein
Envious tis sodden domain
Cast to enchanted sea
Foolhardy, thou may be
Hasten to landlubber true
By chance nary pines you
Submerged in foamy cascade
Seawaters tis possessive maid
Aromatic coniferous forest housing fine tree soldiers
Gorgeous scents and fragrances of pines and firs are calling
Balsam fir, Colorado spruce, Northern white pine
Each lovely in their own unique ways
Spiral needles on their shoots, remind me of Christmas
Their massive arms make way for baby pinecones
These giants inspire hope and Christmas confidence
Reverence for God’s masterpieces as I decide on one.
Douglas fir and Pacific Silver fir are both fine soldiers
Standing tall, loving their lives, enjoying their daily views
I would feel guilty bringing one home if I had cut them down
But they are already cut, so I choose my tree with delight.
And just like that
one swing of the ax,
Autumn`s been felled
and winter is back.
With shivering maples
the sun in reverse,
the snow laden boughs
of balsam and birch.
The streams have gone silent
birds without verse,
our days now in darkness,
the tilt of the earth.
I wish I could go back to the past,
of Christmases long ago.
I wish I could see my loved ones
who have passed on long ago.
I'd love to be that child again
who sat on Santa's knee.
Yes, all these memories that I have
decorating the tree.
I wish I could wake Christmas morn
to see daddy baking ham.
And to see my mamma making her yummy
famous candy yams.
I wish I could go to Grandma's house;
her cookies were the best.
The pies and cakes that she would bake,
she kept them in a chest.
Her house would smell like ginger,
with a hint of Balsam Pine.
She'd decorate the house with lights,
and it would surely shine.
All these Christmas memories,
it seems like yesteryear.
I'd love to go back to the past.
This is my Christmas prayer
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
~2nd place ~
Published December 2018
https://familyfriendpoems.com/poem/122207
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