I’ve recently entered in to what feels like the autumn of my life and I’ve been thinking a lot about the tiny grief, the small erosions, the little losses that build up like silt on the riverbed of everyday life.
This felt so real and had me wondering how much I am actually experiencing the life I live or am I just going through the motions to get to the finish line, which is death. So, like, why not embrace all the shit because that’s what it’s all about.
We're at the coast. Foggy after a storm all yesterday. This place is home to large corvids as well as plenty of seagulls and pelicans. We come in our RV and are somewhat off-grid for the week. That and the retirement that I enjoy leave good time for contemplations. My art mainly my bass playing. I write in my head. But this morning, a day from heading back to our home in the North Bay, I visited here. Hungry for the provocations of words like yours. This little nugget was worth the visit.
My take of your Daliesque innuendos splashed against the slick interior you've created leaves me plenty of room to stretch. Questions more than answers. Maybe there is an endless supply of intimate feelings. Growing past the late night urges to the equaniminity the wisdom of age offers.
All wrapped up in a little grouping that the language we're blessed with and your craftiness conjures. Always good to visit. With this even more so.
Thank you for this generous reply, what a setting you describe. I’m envious of the fog, the pelicans, and those unapologetically loud corvids (I’ve always had a soft spot for their intelligence and mischief).
I love that you’re a bass player; I am one too.
I’m grateful that the piece met you where you are, wishing you more quiet mornings and deep, resonant notes.
Thanks for remembering me! I can't help but respond with honest admiration. I think your poetry is so powerful and always affects me. Poetry like that is rare to find - you have a rare talent. Please keep using it, because it's worth the work you put in. And I want to keep reading it, selfishly!
Crazy that I had to receive a confirmation email to make a comment! I love it and I hated it. I hope I never get to that place! I type this with a smile. PEACE
I step into the shower
to wash away time.
Beautiful ! I loved it !
That ending! Wow. Wonderful poem.
You can only imagine how my wife feels after I shared this with her last night. She’s a saint!
Bless her!!
raw beauty...love the poem.
Wonderful! That last stanza was gold
Beautiful poem! Love the humor.
I’ve recently entered in to what feels like the autumn of my life and I’ve been thinking a lot about the tiny grief, the small erosions, the little losses that build up like silt on the riverbed of everyday life.
You spoke directly to where I live today.
In the end, I believe we all end up where we belong with all the moments that made us etched into who we are. And what a joy that is.
oh. I recall this anguish.
I crawled out of it but this an apt description of my time languishing in that charnel house.
This felt so real and had me wondering how much I am actually experiencing the life I live or am I just going through the motions to get to the finish line, which is death. So, like, why not embrace all the shit because that’s what it’s all about.
Embrace the shit, and get your wife/husband/significant other to clean it up after you! ;)
We're at the coast. Foggy after a storm all yesterday. This place is home to large corvids as well as plenty of seagulls and pelicans. We come in our RV and are somewhat off-grid for the week. That and the retirement that I enjoy leave good time for contemplations. My art mainly my bass playing. I write in my head. But this morning, a day from heading back to our home in the North Bay, I visited here. Hungry for the provocations of words like yours. This little nugget was worth the visit.
My take of your Daliesque innuendos splashed against the slick interior you've created leaves me plenty of room to stretch. Questions more than answers. Maybe there is an endless supply of intimate feelings. Growing past the late night urges to the equaniminity the wisdom of age offers.
All wrapped up in a little grouping that the language we're blessed with and your craftiness conjures. Always good to visit. With this even more so.
Thank you for this generous reply, what a setting you describe. I’m envious of the fog, the pelicans, and those unapologetically loud corvids (I’ve always had a soft spot for their intelligence and mischief).
I love that you’re a bass player; I am one too.
I’m grateful that the piece met you where you are, wishing you more quiet mornings and deep, resonant notes.
Wow!
Powerful as ever. Made me stop in my tracks. To think. And feel. And pause.
Thank you for your continued kind words on my writing, it really makes it worthwhile.
Thanks for remembering me! I can't help but respond with honest admiration. I think your poetry is so powerful and always affects me. Poetry like that is rare to find - you have a rare talent. Please keep using it, because it's worth the work you put in. And I want to keep reading it, selfishly!
Love this
Appreciate the generosity :)
Getting lost
in a wild sea
under
a starry sky.
Yet, I am here
to walk, and walk again.
More of a continent
with dales and rocks
it does resemble.
A desert, an arid place
I see no borders—
and ask myself: why?
After all mirages,
uphill roads and thirsty canyons—
am I still lost,
or—where have I arrived?
Crazy that I had to receive a confirmation email to make a comment! I love it and I hated it. I hope I never get to that place! I type this with a smile. PEACE