Tag: thoughts

Truth

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

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)

Crows Feet 1

Spring is almost here

Fall reflects itself in my mirror

The crows feet upon my face

Have left their dubious trace

Spring is drawing near

The fever to roam familiar

The crows feet mark a warning

Not many days left will be dawning

Spring, when it comes each year

Brings reminders of youth

And lack of fear

The crows feet get deeper

Reminders that a good life is cheaper

Than one lived on the edge

Always teetering on a ledge

E.A.Fussell

3/16/2019

(1st 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)

Live Life

The hardest part is deciding

Deciding how I would really like

Like to life my life

Life has taught me hard lessons

Lessons of not attaching

Attaching to things or people

People come and go

Go and leave dreams broken

Broken dreams make it hard

Hard to decide how

How I would really like to live my life

Life was made to be lived

Lived to the fullest including pain

Pain eventually fades

Fades and gives way to hope

Hope in the future and a better time

Time to decide

Decide and imagine

Imagine and live

Live life to its fullest

E.A. Fussell

2/3/2019

Romantic Love

Romantic love

Sometimes it happens fast

Sometimes it happens slow

Sometimes it lasts and lasts

Sometimes it just goes

Will it visit me again

And if it does

Will I embrace it boldly

Bask in it’s beauty

Enjoy it’s mystery

Get lost in

Passionate embraces

Late night conversations

And laughter

Lots of laughter

I don’t know

But I certainly hope so

E.A Fussell

1/29/2019

Anywhere You take me

Sand between my toes

Can sun streak grey hair?

Snow falling on my nose

Lots of memories to share

Ocean breezes

Sing me to sleep

Rain falls on tin

Making a rhythmic beat

Mountain ranges

Brilliant colors

Stoney caverns

Lakes of blue

Anywhere

You take me

I will always go

E.A. Fussell

1/26/2019