The news this morningcame with the tollof Tubular Bellsflying up my news feedlike a teleportationto my youthCanada – Russia ’72Paul HendersonThe Golden Goaland the tall manleaning on his stickgame face onbeloved sonof a countrylooking for a signof what is goodin a timewhen the marginsblurred like the blue linebeneath Lafleur’s skatesthoughtful,
Author: Mark
Poetry
Eternity Is…
Eternity is a song beyond timeor silence deeper than Creationcaught in the instantyou realize she has gonewithout a wordleaving behindonly a shaft of sunlightflickeringon her footprintsin the dust as she left. Eternity is the darknessafter the last “Goodnight!”before the dawnof your next baby stepsalong a flinty pathstrewn with memoriesand tomorrowsas
Poetry
September
There is a crispnessin the morning airas dog days sliplike a molten sunsetbeneath the wavesof autumn,nights arrivingsooner than last week. We hardly noticein our hastefor school suppliesand awesome dealsat American Eaglesale sale SALE!or one last dashto the cottage. Or at our deskhead down – eyes fixedon 14 inchesof total lifeburning
Poetry
The Language of Loneliness
Nose downsniffing every cornernook and crannyalong the fencewhile otherseye deepin Androidor iPhoneignore the signsyelled in silencea stick offeredlet’s playit saysthen zoomieswhen eyes liftand smileok, let’s play! ml’25 (early morning in the backyard with Frieda – coffee and the news can wait)
Poetry
Walls
When first you breakshards of you like shrapnelembedded in the stuccoyou once called ‘home’,tiny men in bibbed overallsbuild walls brick by brickwet mortar flyingto protect you while you heal,a facade brightly paintedin rainbow huesto hide the wounded heartinside. ml’25 (original image by Elexa on Pixabay)
Life
Random Thoughts
I have random thoughts all the time, some make me go hmmm…, some evaporate as fast as the come. My wife once said I should write a book of the odd ideas and quotes I come up with so ok, here we go. I plan to pin this to the