On the other side,
Beyond this view,
We're chauffeured unhindered,
Light and unsaddled,
Unloaded and unrestrained,
We're not framed for this side only.
February 18, 2023.
Bite Size Poem No. 60 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier.
wisp light ripples through
spring honey on alder field
down forest earth trail
cool rhythmic river flows, veers
stretch tight amid space and time
6/6/2021
I don't argue my fate
or resigned intentions,
The direction of swirls sometimes
encounters a gale...
These times are lost in a God's
sense of
seasons redacted in his loosening grip...
I cringe when standing seems sensible,
screams that saw distance in
horizons
now see it in space...
I raze effortlessly now what you see,
my vision encounters yours
and fumbles a perfect two...
I notice you,
but simply revert to
an unhindered me
Today I looked upon the great blue sea
and longed to be the captain of a ship
with unhindered dreams. My sites set
on wonder while my thoughts of shore
I would doubtfully ponder.
The smell of the salt and sea, where it
may lead me, I would leave to mystery.
Days of sun warming my soul and nights
filled with darkness lit by starlight drifting
ever so slow.
The song of the albatross would calm my
mind as the thoughts of the world I would
leave far behind. Warm conch shell dinners
and rum, my belly would be filled and in late
October, their warmth would heal the damp
chill.
A distant light house would be my guide
to stay at sea and from the shoreline, hide.
My heart for a moment did skip a beat as I
thought about the treasures that lay not just
at the bottom so deep, but of the soul that I
would forever in memory, get to keep.
bare foot in shoebox scraping thin dust of wood floors
limping and lurching crooked elbows under flat sheet
contorted countenance wailing through jagged eye-hole
the ghost of One-Legged Willy has returned
but six eyes fix on morning cartoons, unhindered