I walk and walk
and in my mind
I walk toward
something someone you
I walk and walk
in a motion I wish was soothing
somehow it’s nowhere that I walk
never getting closer
I wonder how it is I’m walking
riding life’s evermoving sidewalk
going against the tide against the grain
never getting closer
static not getting anywhere
and not getting further
I’m left alone with my illusion
of somehow getting closer
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 31, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 5TH
Originally posted on May 30, 2022
It was in the quiver of the blades
Of grass by my feet
And in the soft whisper
Of the wind as it did fleet
Across my skin
On what was finally a decent day
To just sit on a ledge
In sight of the setting sun
And pledge
To pay heed to the fly's buzz
That I surmised
That even if I could not survive
In the most elegant manor
My 'recalcitrant' banner
Would not be lowered.
For the beauty of life
Lay in going against the tide
of a calm river
With net in hand
Pinched by sand
To get me a catch
And yet to allow oneself
The liberty of being
Subdued by white water
When and if, seeing
It tug too enthusiastically
At my limbs.
Because, if I had been blindly doing
What was meant to be done,
On that decent day,
I would never have begun
To notice
The quiver of the blades
Of grass by my feet
Or the soft whisper
Of the wind as it did fleet
Across my skin.
"What's this?"
"Madness!"
This is not the norm of man!"
"Stop living like that!"
"World will not allow it!"
"Going against the tide current, quite!"
They cry in angry plead-
My words indeed,
"Mother true to my father, yet love could have been far greater."
"Father was a good man, yet true manhood never passed on to me."
"Pay check he can only think, feeding me, love he knew in his own way."
"I understand that now."
"So you see,"
"The handbook of manhood I lost at birth."
"Now I am just walking with my heart & soul in learning with peace."
"God given right I do believe?"