Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Hattie...
Down a country road
near a tiny Coal town
Called Whisper Hollow...
a old woman named Hattie
lives in A house trailor
behind the pine trees..
Nineteen sixty two
she bought it new...
ownes all the land
as far as she can see...
mined it 3 times
But this time
they restored the land.
460 acres
just outside town....
But, her trailor is not
what it may seem..
fourteen rooms
was built around it..
the trailor sits
deep inside the walls.
(It's A hall way now they say)..
i've never been there..
or seen past the pine trees..
Talk at the rest home
is her daughters
have been
"checking things out.."
Her Son has been overheard
talking to contractors
about developing the land.
Hattie waits for darkness
and walks the road
watching sunsets
and shadows
Hearing the quiet,
while she can...
wishing that someone
(just one of them)
would come to visit...
near a tiny Coal town
Called Whisper Hollow...
a old woman named Hattie
lives in A house trailor
behind the pine trees..
Nineteen sixty two
she bought it new...
ownes all the land
as far as she can see...
mined it 3 times
But this time
they restored the land.
460 acres
just outside town....
But, her trailor is not
what it may seem..
fourteen rooms
was built around it..
the trailor sits
deep inside the walls.
(It's A hall way now they say)..
i've never been there..
or seen past the pine trees..
Talk at the rest home
is her daughters
have been
"checking things out.."
Her Son has been overheard
talking to contractors
about developing the land.
Hattie waits for darkness
and walks the road
watching sunsets
and shadows
Hearing the quiet,
while she can...
wishing that someone
(just one of them)
would come to visit...
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Shadows of Time....
Late in the day
when shadows fall
and darkness
first begins
inside
the cabin walls...
i feel at peace.
as if time
did not
touch me..
i feel poetry
deep within
my soul...
i feel as though
it needs me
simply to
write it down.
this is a place
of silent whispers....
where hands
that touched
the ancient walls
now lay
sleeping...
long ago
buried
where daisys
are blooming...
and memories
softly linger
on shadows
of time...
when shadows fall
and darkness
first begins
inside
the cabin walls...
i feel at peace.
as if time
did not
touch me..
i feel poetry
deep within
my soul...
i feel as though
it needs me
simply to
write it down.
this is a place
of silent whispers....
where hands
that touched
the ancient walls
now lay
sleeping...
long ago
buried
where daisys
are blooming...
and memories
softly linger
on shadows
of time...
Autumns Frosting..
Jack Frost came
a thief in the night
His touch left my flowers
a sad ugly sight.
He lingered till morning
Whisked away by the sun
but he left a message
in the damage he done.
he'll bring old man winter
( Winter's just round the bend)
He's waiting for Autumn
to come to her end.
a thief in the night
His touch left my flowers
a sad ugly sight.
He lingered till morning
Whisked away by the sun
but he left a message
in the damage he done.
he'll bring old man winter
( Winter's just round the bend)
He's waiting for Autumn
to come to her end.
Slower Days..........
The old Cabin door
reminded me
of slower days....
a time of sowing
and reaping...
when a home
was simply
a place to eat..
a place to sleep..
a shelter from
the rain and snow...
when a house was built
by trees in the way
of homes & barns
graden plots
and chicken coops...
Where tiny nuts
grew on the trees
left for shade..
& A faint smell
of jellys & jams
seemed to fill
the emptyness
as blackberrys ripened
in a summer's sun
near the back door....
reminded me
of slower days....
a time of sowing
and reaping...
when a home
was simply
a place to eat..
a place to sleep..
a shelter from
the rain and snow...
when a house was built
by trees in the way
of homes & barns
graden plots
and chicken coops...
Where tiny nuts
grew on the trees
left for shade..
& A faint smell
of jellys & jams
seemed to fill
the emptyness
as blackberrys ripened
in a summer's sun
near the back door....
The Falling of Time...
At the top of a hill
close to the county line
i found her falling...
A house
that once held
laughter and tears...
so silently she seemed
to be dying..
surround by fencelines
and weeds...
the old barn
stronger than her
faithfully stood
at her side...
His memories too
have been many.....
the rust on the silos
spoke of time
standing still
against blue skies...........
and the reaping of
seeds once sowed
on furtile land.
close to the county line
i found her falling...
A house
that once held
laughter and tears...
so silently she seemed
to be dying..
surround by fencelines
and weeds...
the old barn
stronger than her
faithfully stood
at her side...
His memories too
have been many.....
the rust on the silos
spoke of time
standing still
against blue skies...........
and the reaping of
seeds once sowed
on furtile land.
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