Fly in your own Direction

Be brave with your life

Fly in your own direction

Swim in waters of distant places

Listen to the wind

Chase it where ever it blows

Take rest in the arms of nature

Renew your mind

Walk barefoot along

Moss covered trails

Breath in wild flowers

Dance in the fresh dew

Sleep under the stars

Find out who you really are

E.A. Fussell

9/9/2019

Mountains as far as the eye can see

My soul longs to be

Where there are mountains

As far as the eye can see

And sometimes it longs

For sand between my toes

And sunsets along the coast

When I retire I will become

A full blown wanderer

Who experiences the world

In total wonder

Unencumbered by schedule dates

And deadlines

I will take advantage of time

Trekking through the mountains

Camping by a stream

Walking along the coastline

Living my full blown dreams

E.A.Fussell

9/7/2019

(Photo by Distant Horizons Photography)

Waterfalls Renew

Good decisions

Some bad

Bad choices

Teach lessons

Lessons learned

Bring wisdom

Wisdom hides

Evasive, elusive

Elusive dreams

Come alive

Alive, flowing

Like waterfalls

Waterfalls renew

Positive energy

Energy exists

In everything

Everything impacts

Our lives

Lives change

For good

Good decisions

Some bad

Make you

E.A. Fussell

8/6/2019

Damn Hard

Life ain’t always beautiful

Sometimes

It’s damn hard

There are moments

I may feel like giving up

But

It’s just not in my blood

So

I give myself a swift kick

In the keister

Jerk my attitude

Back into the right shape

And

Determine to do

Whatever it takes

E.A. Fussell

7/4/2019

Waiting for a Flight

Flying during major holidays

Is not the wisest choice

Advised my all too familiar

Still small voice

But it’s my dad’s birthday

And my mother’s too

I haven’t been home in months

It seemed like the thing to do

Now flight delays

Causing airport stays

Has me thinking

There has to be a better way

I was supposed to land

In Florida last night

But here I sit in Georgia

Still waiting for a flight

E.A. Fussell

7/4/2019

Wire Mesh is not My Friend

These may look like harmless rolls of wire mesh, but when stretched out, waiting for concrete to pour, wire mesh becomes my heartless enemy.

Our love-hate relationship goes back a long way. Many decades ago we came to an agreement:

If I don’t walk on wire mesh then

wire mesh won’t trip me.

Well folks, today I was in a hurry and convinced myself that

I could do it. I could walk across the prepped driveway without getting tangled up in it. The wire mesh lay there calmly stretched out, only a few small humps and bumps here and there. It was almost quietly encouraging me.

Ignoring the still small voice shouting in my ear “don’t do it!”

I placed the ball of my foot

on the wire mesh itself (not inside the square) and haltingly made it across. Smiling with relief as I stepped out of the potential trap I chided the small voice inside “see, I can do it”. Job-site information was gathered then I headed back to my truck.

As I went to step across the form and onto the wire mesh the still small voice said “walk around, don’t do it!” But again I ignored the voice. My recent crossing victory had me feeling confident. Then my phone rang.

And ignorantly I answered it and kept walking. Wire mesh saw an opportunity in this distraction. My steps were no longer careful. One step inside a square and wire mesh grabbed my toe. Turning me end over elbow.

As I heard that still voice inside me say “I told you so.”

E.A. Fussell

07/01/2019

“Only my pride was injured in the filming of this real life episode.”

Pearl Snap Heartache

I saw him standing there

Watching the dance floor

Propped against the bar

Sippin’ whiskey

Long legs, boots, and hat

Too many times I’ve fallen

For a man like that

Cool, and crisp, and lean

Hands rough and calloused

From workin’ cows or

Runnin’ a heavy machine

My heart has a weakness

For that look

It will fall in a minute

Regardless of the risk

But my mind knows better

Knows the pleasure

Is never worth the hurt

Tells my heart to be careful

He’s just another heartache

In a pearl snap shirt

E.A. Fussell

5/17/2019

Hope

Drugs ruin

Alcohol ruins

Political stance ruins

A closed mind ruins

Religiousness ruins

The ruin is a hardened heart

Eyes that don’t see

Ears that don’t hear

A tongue that speaks froward things

But I still hold onto hope

Hope that the drug addict will be

Completely healed

Hope the alcoholic will overcome the urge

Hope political stances find common ground

Hope that closed minds will be opened

Hope that religiousness will give way

To the truth

Of unconditional love

From God

Who dwells within us all

If we believe

E.A. Fussell

4/27/2019

White Sneakers

The box lid opened

I lay there in wonder

What the hell am I doing

I should be six feet under

They didn’t listen

When I said no funeral

They dressed me up

Put me on display

Now here I lay

Looking at my feet

Trying not to see

The people

Peering in at me

Why didn’t they come see me

When I was alive

Even if it was

A very long drive

Nope, I can’t do this

Too many faces

Too many years

Too many tears

Wasted

I will focus on my feet

Who the hell picked my shoes

I would rather see my toes

White sneakers

The worst color

They’ll be dirty way too soon

One good thing that I see

No laces

That suits me

I wonder what will happen

If i just get up and go

How will any of these people

Ever even know

Come on sneakers

It’s time to go

It’s a weird thing

To see yourself

Lying in a coffin

Your loved ones gathered in one place

This doesn’t happen often

A twinge of anger

Or is it regret

As I drift upward

And try to forget

Wait

Upward

That’s good right

Come on sneakers

Let’s go toward the light

The light seems to be fading

We’ve got to run fast

I understand why I’ve got on

White sneakers at last

Run sneakers run

Let nothing get in our way

Hurry up sneakers

We get to see God today

E.A. Fussell

3/16/2019

(Poetry exercise, topic: sneakers)

Crows Feet 2

Crows feet

Prancing

Dancing

On my roof

In the trees

On the street

Smart little birds

Communicating without saying a word

Scavengers

Messengers

What omen to impart

Are you telling me

To open up my heart

Or keep it closed

Locked down tight

As you take your flight

Will you return

Or leave me here to burn

In speculation

What is your destination

What is mine

I’ve lost all sense of time

Yet time marches on

Crows feet

Prancing

Dancing

On a more sensitive surface

The surface of my skin

Smart little birds

Communicating without saying a word

E.A. Fussell

3/16/2019

(2nd 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)