You were candy to my eyes
And poison to my heart
Caught up in your dark eyes
Lost right from the start
E.A. Fussell
10/03/2019
You were candy to my eyes
And poison to my heart
Caught up in your dark eyes
Lost right from the start
E.A. Fussell
10/03/2019
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)
Peek-a-boo
I see you
Trying to get a glimpse of me
You’re filled with curiosity
My face is seldom seen
In photos or on the big screen
Am I beautiful or homely
In a relationship or lonely
Do I work more or play
On any given day
It’s not that simple
But I will offer an example
I am an eclectic mix
Can be an exotic fix
I believe in common sense
And happenstance
Work comes first
Then I play with a burst
You’ll seldom see me in a crowd
You might see me in a cloud
Flying high above the earth
Knowing well my full worth
Relationships are not for me
Lonely…no that’s not me
Unhindered by commitment
I enjoy the merriment
But don’t try to fence me in
That’s a challenge you won’t win
Just accept me as I am
And don’t ask me to make plans
E.A.Fussell
8/11/2029
Come sail with me
Pirates we be
Riding the high sea
Looking for treasure
The kind that can’t be measured
It lurks in the invisible mist
On the winds of imagination
It will grant our every wish
Whatever our minds can conjure
If our hearts can endure
It’s a treasure for sure
Riding the high sea
Pirates we be
Come sail with me
E.A. Fussell
8/3/2019
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.”
Love
Passion
Some of my
Most elaborate forms
Of self-harm
E.A. Fussell
5/24/2019
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
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
Getting to the truth of a thing
It’s kind of like digging for good dirt
Sometimes the earth
Is soft and compliant
The soil is easily turned
Willingly revealing layers underneath
So easy, allowing us to
Push our hands into the dirt
Pull up clumps of weeds
Plow a path for a Spring flower trail
Sometimes the earth is hard
Unyielding
Protecting the dirt
Layering diversions
Of hard rock
Perilous gulfs of varying elevations
Deterrents to digging
Deterrents to plundering
The precious soil
Explosives
Bulldozers
Full-on destruction
We press on
Digging deeper
In search of the elusive dirt
And what happens
When we have finally found
The precious place to build
The right foundation
Was it worth it
Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive
Too raw
Too damaged
Getting to the truth
Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake
Only to reveal something
Too fragile to take
E.A. Fussell
3/17/2019