Thank You

Beneath the broken sky
You were there
The roar of thunder
The pounding rain
That came
And split my world apart
You were there
Could Thank You be enough?
No word begins to show
The comfort your touch
Your smile
The phone calls across miles
Being you
Standing there with me
In my storm
Did to save me
You came, you stayed
Putting shattered pieces
Back in place
Drying off the pain
Thank you is what I have
For grace is what you gave

The Tripled Tongued Trout

The tripled tongued trout
His eyes all a bug
Grown long in the snout
His tail a green slug

He slithers through reeds
In ankle deep stout
Where dirty are deeds
Of the triple tongued trout

If green are his scales
His lips would be blue
If long be his lashes
His lids would be too

A barnacle crust
Lines his spine in a row
So never do trust
To dip even your toe

The slime squeeze between
His two crooked teeth
Sticks hardy and green
To your two bottom feet

When try to pull free
You squeal with a shout
Who else could it be
But the triple tongued trout

T-Minus Four

There’s noise, white noise,
Swirling in my brain
Of things that must be packed and planned
Lists checked in black pen
Then check again

The voice says flee
That rattles in my head
The one that whispers cautions in my ear
Then tosses me from my bed
In heart pounding dread

A palm sweat rises
From deep within my chest
It courses to the surfaces tinged with fear
Raging torrents of the quest
To do my best

The challenge once chose
With flip casual commit
Now stares me at the brink of win or lose
A ready self without excuse
I lace my shoes

Golden Day Break

I listen this morning to the forest awake
One chirp, a twitter, three, four, five
Until the forest comes alive
With unseen song from limbs high above
A gentle cacophony of robin and dove

On white parson chair wrapped warm in green fleece
I rocked back and forth
A chill on my knees
A distant motor start, a car door clang closed
While warm cream with coffee tingles my nose

A pink hue arises through silhouette trunks
Honking horns blow
Of a geese traffic flow
Compete with the hollow thud and a thump
A wood pecker helping himself to a brunch

A gear shifting groan of a lone engine throat
Start stopping at homes
With headlines to throw
Winds and whines through mountainside roads
Echoing rush of somewhere important to go

With feet propped upon rail surround of my porch
A breeze through the trees
I rock back and forth
Remembering days when this life was not norm
I sip from my cup and give thanks for this morn

Masochists

They’re looking at me again
In dark corners I see them paired up
whispering that I’m ugly, too fat, without style
And yet you chose me first
Sometimes for a nice long walk
or inappropriately even on a date
Which makes them click their heels, flap their tongues
and whisper even more
But they don’t know how tough you are
how much you expect
The miles and mountains I will cross for you
suffer crushing blows to give you comfort
stability and support in challenging times
through the rat race, through the storm
And still you complain that I rub you wrong
Will you tire of me
after you’ve tread my soul thin?
And though I feel tied to you
there’s always something between us
A thin separation that gives me ponder
If you appreciate me, sometimes I wonder
when you toss me aside, reaching for another
flimsy, flip, flop, floozy you claim gives you space
But here I wait, battered and worn
until tomorrow when you chose me first

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This poem is written by my Montrail Mountain Masochists trail shoes who have gone miles with me.

Change

There wasn’t much to say, in the end
of shortened winter days
of love that goes away
forgotten promise made
in the end

I guess I always knew, by the way
your eyes too bright a blue
your smile for who knows who
told tales too far from true
by the way

Decisions you have made for a price
drew foolish looks for me
drew gossip and pity
from friends that used to be
mine for a price

Lonely times may fill my days at the start
empty spot alone in bed
empty lies inside my head
defend the life I wed
at the start

But there’s something else for me within reach
I feel it tug my heart
I feel a brand new start
a life with us apart
it’s within reach

So now I tell you no, for a change
it’s time for you to go
it’s time for me to show
your backside to the door
for a change