Wild Sky

The sky is wild this evening. Running like gray racehorses tearing across the sky. The clouds are billowing on top, but cut like a straight line on the bottom. The shades of grey are sullen and bold, and the speed that they move with makes me feel their power.

Poem for Today...

Thinking of The Trip


Just to roll without that fear of loss,
To run without the catch of her breathing,
And to forget the feel of her hold.

To have no going to…,
Only the drying damp on my face,
With the wind at my back,
And my favorite shirt on.

Being so cold,
That my heart runs ahead of me on the road



April 2008

Driving...

When I was younger I often drove long distances to meet a friend or lover. There was always a scrambled departure from home, packing a few belongings, the drive all night, the joy at watching the sun rise behind a bug strew windshield, the warm coffee at a fast food place - the early morning staff as tired as I was...
The excitement and anxiety of travel were sometimes balanced by the thought that the actual meeting might not be as good as the anticipation of it...

I have been driving a good deal recently across Europe...Great roads! 130 km speed limits, pretty decent drivers who understand the right lane is for passing...
In fact in the 3000km or so I have driven recently I have only heard a car horn used twice...and it was by me!

Poem for Today...

Truth in Hotel Rooms

Lying on my bed,

-Purchased daily,

Neck hanging over the edge,

Seems like falling,

Empty head filling with blood.

So scared,

Living in sweat,

Can’t dry my hands.

Waiting for your call,

Telling me to stay or go.

How did it get like this for me?

You rule everything,

I crawl through each day by waiting,

Not even thinking, but just grieving,

Burning each second,

Thinking of losing it all…

I think,

That must mean you are already gone .

Poem for Today...

Alive

On these women I know,

Hair is alive.

A separate living thing,

Moving each tiny glimmering screen,

Having planned, controlled and subtle ways,

Using the wind and sun as its agents.

Playing me with gold and brown.

No strand is the same color twice.

The whole world is there for me.

So, I am lost.

My drug is you,

Deafening me,

Gently numbing me.

Known But to God...

Today I undertook a 7 hour hike to visit the WW 1 battle sites around Mons, Belgium. The first battle of that conflict was fought near here, and there is also a lovely, sad and very beautiful military cemetery that I walked to, ( St . Symphorien war cemetery.)

It took forever to get there, and my ill fitting hiking shoes took a toll on me...But, the quiet and solemn place really brought a tear to my eye. The graves are of both German and British /Irish/Canadian soldiers...They are mingled together in death, and the site is maintained by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission...It is set in a small, tiered area. It contains quiet glades and small sun drenched alcoves and small clusters of graves. It is indescribable, with the leaves, budding flowers, sun and quiet rustling of the trees. I was there alone, yet the place did not feel lonely. It felt like something I can't describe, beautiful...Like love? I don't know...
I determined that there was nothing I could do to honor these men more than just living life. I looked to the sun and felt it warm my face as the shadows flickered over the setting. Thinking of these dead, while I was living life...What else could I do to honor them?

I had packed a Thermos of tea and I quaffed a plastic mug of the stuff - feeling the drink refresh me. How lucky I was to enjoy that...It was all I had to toast them...

I felt honored to be there in their presence...

Great post by another blogger here on this deeply moving place...

thepoormouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-for-armistice-day.html

Poem for Today...

Afraid

Trying to dissolve and de-remember you,
With white-out,
With erasers,
With a delete button.

Just the movements,
The thoughts of trying to blot you out,
Bring you nearer to me.

I seek it,
Coming closer to you,
In trying to lose you.

So afraid, that without the pain of missing you,
I will have nothing

Dec 2008