Short On The Far Side Poems
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amid dry, gray dust
translucent spheres of glass
record a lunar past
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A brain awakes
and sheds
five hundred pounds of sky.
The brain dreams-
it opens a door
walks through it,
grinds beans,
percolates coffee.
It realizes it is way too early.
Now it may or may not
slip back into a tar pit
on the far side
of the moon.
Circled days
hide their faces
on the far side of the fridge.
Dates and reminders
clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel.
Calendar dreams
wake up far too late.
Ducks fly across a fridge magnet.
I hear the distant quacking
of a missed anniversary
disappearing
over a dimming horizon.
It is time for the circled days
to hide their faces
on the far side of the fridge.
Dates and red letter reminders
clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel.
The calendar dreams
always waking up too late
I recall how fish in a bowl
forget every seven seconds.
It helps, but date sharks
still hunt me down
when I mess up.
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Where's Blueberry Hill?
Is it north; is it west?
All the people are talking
and they say it's the best.
Little fingers are picking.
All the children bent down
filling baskets with berries
on the far side of town.
So; where are these berries
I see marked on the map.
In this place called a district
of the Minnow Lake gap.
lights flicker on the far side
as Kentucky folds its dark robes
a barge nudges
the river into dusk
bundles of clouds kindle
a shimmering pause
the river opens its body
to swallow the sun
knee deep in shadow
a heron yawps
silver fish ripple through
shoaling branches
here on a crooked pier
spawning stars surface
from the milky eyes
of the recently drowned
Red letter days
give birth to each other
like pregnant goldfish.
Once again
the red circled hides its face
on the far side of the fridge.
Dates clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel of anniversaries.
I hear an untimely cuckoo
in every paper window.
I need buttoned down numbers
that don't skid off
the expressway of things to remember
every time I see a squirrel.
steel gate shuts
cold lock clicks
the stone wall holds firm
my path will not lead to you
the old gate is left behind
these strong walls keep the old noise from entering
my eyes turn towards the wall that meets the dawn
a wide archway opens on the far side of the wall
no one owns the open country road where the future remains unclaimed
I will never say never to the daylight waiting on the far horizon
I adore you on the far side
of tranquil moonbeams &
admiration's transcendence,
'tween hard knocks & wonder
amidst breath's appreciation,
misfortunes' adversity naught to
e'er lessen breadth of affection,
dimensions beyond unfathomable
depths of reverent inclinations,
tenderness surpassing worldly feats
within endearments' heartprint,
there could be no greater love than
a grateful mother for her child
There's only one way to find out
how the grass tastes
on the far side of the hill.
I have an unshakable believe that it IS sweet
but only if you choose the right hill and the right way to get there.
But faith is unshakable.
Therefore I ride on, without retreat,
and go to find the grass that's sweet.
Though I must leave the 99 in the open country.
Just for a time.
Or perhaps for a time and half a time.
Who can say.
So I'll let Him tell you.
Occasionally I look at time departed,
And nearly always with a rueful eye.
Calling back days of steps uncharted,
Traipsing through days, querying why?
Times that found my heart hardened,
Ahead of God setting my domain afire.
Prior to my psyche becoming burdened,
I was merely a sinner reposed in mire.
But something happened in my life,
On the far side of minds forgetting.
Cancer and the Master Surgeon's knife,
Tutored me about another blood letting.