IMAGES FROM THE DARK ROOM

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

TREES

TREES Trees just grow In that one little spot At the end of the road That always seemed So perfect for a tree. Trees don’t care What people say What names they might be called, Or if children make faces at them In the summer sun with Squinted eyes and pointed tongues, Trees just grow Making no fuss... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 20, 2013

GRANDBABY

GRANDBABY I remember a time When all eyes Were beautiful Just like yours Little girl Each ripened Under a good mother’s love And all of God's blessings From above That each Mother spilled So freely Like a wonderful light And the world Was washed away From tearful eyes With but a kiss Goodnight. all... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

A DRIFTING AWAY

A DRIFTING AWAY I sit and wonder of this clay, Of how many faces Have been kneaded away, Or how many snakes Little hands have made. Wishing I Could slip back To adolescent days When I had the mind To play with clay. uTAH jAY 2013 photos by me Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

THE SONG OF WATER LILLIES IN JUNE

THE SONG OF WATER LILLIES IN JUNE Her name was the sound you hear when a babbling brook rolls over smooth rocks in spring with brook trout jumping for little morsels of May Flies. It was like getting up in first light, just you and her and breakfast sunshine smiling bravely through the day, lighting... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

THE BREATH OF NIGHT

THE BREATH OF NIGHT Old Sam barks at the window, as a train whistles bye in the dusty distance. Later crickets serenade the closing darkness and down by the river the breeze catches in the long grass blowing in repetitious waves one after the other and at length these same long soft fingers are... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 16, 2013

WITHIN THE FOLD

WITHIN THE FOLD photo by uTAH jAY As I lay in my wee soft bed lost within my little fold of night and mixed somewhat timidly between moon and star light, it is here I begin slipping into that wonderful place where dream and sleep collide. A place where thoughts seem distant and yet so close, so... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

How Wide The Path

How Wide The Path photo by uTAH jAY The road, the highway through mind that disbelieves the thought that tired and weary men think, is there such a narrow place as this addiction, as your addiction, and the very process of how one handles hardship in the dank and murky darkness of the human mind.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

UP HERE

UP HERE photo by uTAH jAY In high heaven Life is as easy as you please As time sails away Across the seven seas Riding on the breeze Of kisses blown. Up here misery Takes a back seat To Sister Felicity As if Mother Etiquette ruled Sun and stars, Night and day…Who wouldn't play? Up here We dream... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

PAWN SHOP DREAMS

PAWN SHOP DREAMS I went to the pawn shop today. I just stopped by to see the wooden Indian, and to look at all of the heart aches they’ve got stacked so high on their shelves; other peoples miseries and hard luck, thinking I could possibly bring a few home for myself. They had a blue guitar there,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

THE COLOR OF YESTERDAY

THE COLOR OF YESTERDAY What color are the skies? What is the sound of earth falling? And what is the cost Of broken hearts stumbling Through yet another day’s dust? Another day trying to die unyielding To eyes painted angry. What thoughts are lost, I wonder, In the tumbling words Where hateful... Sign in to see full entry.

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