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Richard Holmes Poem
Work Walk
Breath fogs the space between the situation I left, for the space I am to inherit.
Just by walking the meandering path to my employ,
Mustering strength waylaid by last nights drinking.
Berating in melancholy silence, the foolish choices, made as a whim, as a boy.
Dragging those thoughts along with my body,
Considering ways to abandon the weight of thinking.
Arriving to smiles that I reciprocate, in forfeit to my mornings reservations.
Hiding behind the ghost of a hangover,
Nodding, conforming, conspiratorial winking.
Work starts, Work stops, Walk Home, Wake up, Work Walk.
Copyright © Richard Holmes | Year Posted 2024
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Richard Holmes Poem
"Why?" I pried.
"Because!" She replied.
"because, What?" I sighed.
"Because of you!" she cried.
"ME!" I defied.
"You!" she implied.
"I believe it was you!" I lied.
"Oh do you?" she derived.
"Yes!" I contrived.
"Your reason?" she maligned.
"Your lack of reason" I assigned.
"lack of reason!" she nearly died.
She left shortly after I arrived.
Copyright © Richard Holmes | Year Posted 2024
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Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.
A Gift.
Not as I had dreamt,
Mag wheels with fat all terrain tyres for grip.
A torrid lean toward machismo and impressive stunts,
A mode of movement, demanding awe.
Trophy as much as vehicle.
Summer followed.
She earned my respect,
Her visage lost initial thoughts of ugliness.
For Frankenstein’s monster tore fast and flew,
Threw wind in my face, took my breath.
Grazed elbows and knees.
Barry Sheene.
Randolph Scott, John Wayne,
I became all of those, that hazy summer.
Chasing bad guys across imagined prairies,
Hurtling down race tracks unknown.
Winning hearts and trophies.
Funny now
My memory of where she went,
Evades me, time has ridden past, fast.
The bike I once called Mary, with love,
A nod to the author of the dark tale she reminded me of.
Beautiful powder blue.
Copyright © Richard Holmes | Year Posted 2024
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