been titled before

this morning's shower had reminded

it is not like it ever left

let me be perfectly clear about this

there was none ever leaving


a large home

crookedly standing firm yet a lasting confusion fell about like cold bits of sky

smudged up windows would fail at hiding their meaning 

still candles went in each as inviting

but after the gates along the driveway


rotten apples now against earth's breath

they do rest in a series of events from their long travels

any spring, summer or autumn they grew & flew a wind

where young have kites

where remembering is best with a simple air


other times this all is sick together

the big house's floors creak

stairs

flat


dust is a reminder of when we reached our crest

you wore your hair a yellow like the fairgrounds at night all lit up nicely

if you remember we did have summer's feet dangling nearby

when nighttime came, the wheat - 

- the slow swaying wheat & moon became one

still these walls went where sadness builds


chipped paint

one day we'll redo that rusted wrought iron fence

we'll dream of our silver mine 

& slip while waiting out the (kitchen floor's) predicament


inevitably birdfeeders will go empty

the christmastime birdbath will freeze as still as the river's surface

it is the acrobatics underneath flowing along

that are very similar to burning candles down each night

some will starve

glow


to be continued  






 





 

   


  

  


 

      


   

for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

Comments

  • justamjustam Posts: 21,242
    This one has many interesting pictures.
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  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,151

    thank you kindly, justam.







    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,151

    eat the sun's collapse

    have a dick each hand

    goin to town

    town's asleep

    never fear

    their stance is fucking bullshit

    yours is sound asleep as if a worthless child lost in dream

    no pillow...



    leave me alone

     

     


    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • hedonisthedonist standing on the edge of foreverPosts: 18,453
    This poetry / of-the-self place here is like a forest to me.  Feels so nice to wander around and revel in the trees of which it's made.

    Always love your words, chadwick - the thought and freedom behind them, no matter the emotions.
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,702
    chadwick said:

    this morning's shower had reminded

    it is not like it ever left

    let me be perfectly clear about this

    there was none ever leaving


    a large home

    crookedly standing firm yet a lasting confusion fell about like cold bits of sky

    smudged up windows would fail at hiding their meaning 

    still candles went in each as inviting

    but after the gates along the driveway


    rotten apples now against earth's breath

    they do rest in a series of events from their long travels

    any spring, summer or autumn they grew & flew a wind

    where young have kites

    where remembering is best with a simple air


    other times this all is sick together

    the big house's floors creak

    stairs

    flat


    dust is a reminder of when we reached our crest

    you wore your hair a yellow like the fairgrounds at night all lit up nicely

    if you remember we did have summer's feet dangling nearby

    when nighttime came, the wheat - 

    - the slow swaying wheat & moon became one

    still these walls went where sadness builds


    chipped paint

    one day we'll redo that rusted wrought iron fence

    we'll dream of our silver mine 

    & slip while waiting out the (kitchen floor's) predicament


    inevitably birdfeeders will go empty

    the christmastime birdbath will freeze as still as the river's surface

    it is the acrobatics underneath flowing along

    that are very similar to burning candles down each night

    some will starve

    glow


    to be continued  






     





     

       


      

      


     

          


       

    that's beautiful :jack_o_lantern:
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,151
    thank you thank you
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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