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The bucket sits idle
catching the dripping of dreams
discoloring as they evaporate.
Their tenuous connection to time
now but an echo in the bucket.
The bucket has never held
any maudlin mystery
as age has just ticked me off.
I still use it to carry minnows
to the kayak and go fishing,
it also come in handy
when tossing rock salt
on an iced over driveway.
I sometimes sit - reminiscing
perusing the contents of my buckets
successes, failures, wins, losSes.
I dance with the memories
of my children's childhoods
lessons learned and now
visited on my grandchildren.
Lately, the bucket echoes
a tinny emptiness
as dreams succumb
to the sad reality
of unfulfilled buckets.
11/23/2020
What Have You Kicked Off Your Bucket List - Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke - sponsor
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Buried deep in the coffin of my mind,
Memories of my youth; aged like fine wine.
I've got a few cherished ones to exhume!
I recall one chilly autumn noon running around the park
With the neighborhood kids, then I'd run indoors
To warm up when winds start to groan and whistle. Brrr!
Ah, the halcyon days of summer sitting in the shade
Wolfing down watermelons with my best friend, Lloyd,
Cheering on kids playing basketball in the backyard.
I remember one harsh winter sprinkling play sand
And rock salt on walkways with Dad before snowfall,
So snow won't stick to the ground. Fun times!
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Past Memories
Date written: 10/19/2022
Should I search for you through lotuses of gold
or climb pyramids of truth and go beyond the self?
If I were Ghost of Amdapor,
could I possibly un-clock the secret
of a shadow bringer's touch?
If I were perception at its best
would these emerald eyes transmute
into the umbra of your light?
If these wings of mine were Love
stretching further than the ocean blue,
could I cover you ?
If I were mercy's Angel
at deepest hour of need
would you be an echo of my living past
or the song of our tomorrows child
my love?
If I were yours and you were mine
inside this peaceful lake
I call my heart,
Would you be rock salt or would you be,
water.
Dec 9 2023
Sad pumpkins all wear mushy frowns
All the leaves are on the ground
Soft breezes making wintery sounds
I’m staying inside gaining pounds
The geese have left in honking V’s
As pond edges slowly freeze
My cat stalks crispy dancing leaves
I’m wearing flannel with long sleeves
The bells will ring, the children sing
Wond’ring what will Santa bring
Rock salt, scrapers, hands that sting
A HUMBUG hat, a PAPA thing
The sun will rise in a Decem…BRRR
Cats in windows slyly purr
We’ll hunch into our collars fur
Shopper’s lament…I still need more
A sign inside the busy store
YOU BROKE IT…YOU BOUGHT IT
FOR…..CHRISTMAS IS COMING
AND NO ONE CAN STOP IT.
the floorboards offer only joist only the give the soft jawed stud in the hall
plaster molts white flecks like the chicken did last winter
the tv spits a grey electric grit
a static stuck rattling the cul de sac the deadbolt evening click
i have swept the dead from the wires the cold clot they leave in the pipes
the notice said final in red it promised a merciful eviction
in a neighborhood of taped up windows
the crabgrass a green fire where the dog used to squat wait
inside the mind a leaden bell a pendulum already swinging
the weight of crown molding and sweat
a siyn nap pops like a fuse when the heart stops
just the thermostat clicking off
the house already a frozen meat locker of blue bellies
as the soul snags on the splintered jamb by the side door
while the neighbors count the moving boxes
i kept thinking about the fridge light how long it could burn
over the fatback sweating into a cold yellow brine
the stars rock salt in a split lip
the factory a pulled socket wired to nothing bleeding soot
porch light a clotted throat of toasted wings
the smoke alarm battery dead
all that evisceration funnels us back to the kitchen
we sit in the kitchen thumbing the unpaid slips
my fingers gelid sticking to the paper
the fridge drones on borrowed power
just caught in the clock slow gears a germ in the cogs
the sink drips
the soul stays low in the wiring
behind the lath
holding on
until the breaker snaps
Down the long graveled road
Flanked by woods with filtered sun
Evening sun signaling me to abode
Where the bitterweed blooms,I run
Join family outside in the twilight
With the moon rising in the East
Offering some soft evening light
Fireflies begin to emerge_beast
Their glow like small little suns
Flashing on and off, on and off
Catch them_place in jar motor runs
On these nights watermelon sliced
Homemade ice cream entombed
In store bought ice with rock salt
Both bought at the freezer store
Where huge chunks of ice stored
Mostly about these times memories
Of you how you could produce
Much out of nothing and fun
When there was none__
What a character you were
Laughter and joy bubbling over
Then bam angry explosions
Never knew which would come
I always wonder what was wrong
Now I know that you probably
Had some type of mental illness
Probably some chemical imbalance
Sad _for you could have been
Some very special person
Had times been different
Someday we will understand
Form:
As Lot and his wife
Left the city of Sodom
Where gnosis flourished
His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath
As the two lands burned
Hearing the children crying
Her heart made blood tears
It ripped from top to bottom
Hearing the calm call
Of gnosis singing with joy
Her soul remembered
She looked back with a quick glance
Before salty rain
Became rivers on her face
In an eye’s twinkling
She turned into a pillar
A pillar of salt
A tower of white rock salt
Through which her spirit
Climbed up the stairs of wisdom
All three thousand steps
And climbed above the heavens
And reached her first home
With all those spirits who rose
From the burning wrath
From Sodom and Gomorrah
Back below, her grave
Her grand pillar of our faith
Still stands as rock salt
To be used as seasoning
For the race of Seth
A seasoning of wisdom
To awaken all
By her noble sacrifice
Of love and gnosis
So that we all may join her
With all the angels
In the Pleroma’s banquet
Of dates and white grapes
As Philip the Apostle
Said to his students
“May our complete offering
Come with much sweet salt
For we name Sophia salt
Without her, no gift is sweet”
Dear Winter and Spring,
Read this letter carefully.
It's very urgent.
Winter, we've suffered
From freezing our booties off,
Horrible snowstorms;
Shoveling outside,
Thirty mile-per-hour winds,
Falling on our butts;
Icy streets and slush,
Sidewalks covered with rock salt,
(Did I mention snow?)
And the worst part was:
Coughing, stuffy nose, sneezing,
And stressful headaches.
We've all had enough!
Pack up your stuff and get gone!
Don't come back no more!
Spring, you're here at last.
What the heck took you so long?
Come and thaw us out.
Finally, it's time
To bid "Sayonara" to
Our winter gear.
We look forward to
Warmer temperatures and
Showing sexy skin.
There'll be rainy days,
But we'd rather have that than
Shivering outdoors.
What we're saying is:
"Good-bye, winter. Hello, spring!"
Sincerely yours, Us.