The Watershed
There was a time when 45. I thought life had passed me by
I had spent too much time seeing the night train leave.
Through the rain, the soaked train windows saw people
reading others looked into space, some were crying
My friends had drifted away, and my old mate
Trond had found God, and to think we sat all night long
talking about books, and in the morning, we went out with
his boat fishing, drinking cold beer and falling asleep
the sun danced on the blue water in the fjord
wind from the dark mountain didn’t blow.
The best women, too, lost patience and took the tram home
To Mum and your dad, waiting for you to grow up.
At 45, your parents begin dying, and the impossible
happens you are a floating iceberg lost in a glass of whisky.
And just as wheels on suitcases were invented, you grow up
Polish your shoes and find that little cabin in a hidden
valley has a leaking roof and has been waiting just for you.
Categories:
watershed, age, anti bullying, best
Form: ABC
Beneath waves that concede a change of life
shapes of shifting forms
hidden in ocean depths
murky coloration of perpetual flux
as fish without eyes cruise crustacean cousins
in a midnight zone of black
midst trouble changing sea acidity
flowing currents once flush with species
It's peaceful at the bottom in what can't be measured
for the deeper one goes the familiar disappears
like seaweed that displaces coral
turbulent reef on the cusp of scant recovery
Underwater paradise,
surface waves of imposing rhythm
forms that wash to shore
life in the voracious jaws of damage
what sustains a teardrop
when anchored eyes open
Poem composed; June 17, 2021
Categories:
watershed, change, earth, fish, water,
Form: Free verse
Watershed and Watergate
From a watershed year to Watergate,
And all the people could hardly wait;
We did look;
Saw a crook;
What happened was us did Nixonate.
Jim Horn
Categories:
watershed, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Watershed thunder
Rise up the hill transformed by illusions,
majestic mountains tells a story.
intrigued to us this ancient world,
to celebrate this natural glory
Boasting with eagles of great flight,
waterfalls drool like jaggered curtains,
draped in rainbows of colour bright,
White thunder roars with sock - like feet.
pounding the rocks with erratic blows,
repeating the waves of history,
to a coastal foundry of the sea,
Categories:
watershed, environment, imagery, mountains, nature,
Form: Free verse
The Watershed
There was a time when 45, I thought life had passed me by
I had spent too much time seeing the night train leave.
Through the rain, soaked train windows saw people reading
some looked into space and there were those who tried
not to cry. My friends had drifted away and my old mate
Trond had found God and to think we sat all night long
talking about books and in the morning we went out in his
boat fishing drinking cold beer and falling asleep as spring
the sun danced on the blue water in the fjord and wind from
the dark mountain didn’t blow.
The best women too lost patience and took the tram home
to mum and dad waiting for you to grow up.
At 45, your parents begin dying the impossible happens and
you are a floating iceberg lost in a glass of whisky.
And just as wheels on suitcases are invented you grow up
polish you shoes and find that little cabin in a hidden valley
it has a leaking roof and has been waiting just for you.
Categories:
watershed, absence, age, analogy, angst,
Form: Sonnet
In the winter the wolves arrive.
And this slow mutation made our eye-lids heavy
As the Hands of April
Built the wolves a love affair.
The Animal World deemed to shift and shuffle.
And you were here in the meadow the whole time.
Sorting through me.
Categories:
watershed, mystery
Form: Free verse