ice streaks the street – November 14

Posted on November 16, 2014 by landl30

11.14.2014

ice streaks the street

where our hearts

once danced

 

when did we lose sight

of the

promise.

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I yearn for you – November 11

Posted on November 13, 2014 by landl30

11.11.2014

I yearn for you.

 

In my dreams you come

as a lover

whom I have lost

and my heart to

return to you,

find you,

drives me on.

 

Have you found another,

no long care,

where I last left you

 

Why don’t you answer

my calls

 

I have lost the number

waited for you

to return my call.

do you remember me

at all

 

Don’t you care

as if you have left

forgotten my heart

blind, indifferent to

my existence

 

Yet I yearn for YOU

The one.

 

I went to church today

touched, tasted you

present

felt you there

for me.

 

Maybe you have always

been here

and I haven’t

seen.

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amish men raised barns – November 9

Posted on November 12, 2014 by landl30

11.9.2014

amish men raised barns

and the community

came together

 

work, solidarity, skill,

care, pride, sharing

across time.

 

now a mailbox carves

our territory. first a choice

then a stake.

 

family gathering as if

any excuse to do

will do.

 

and a meal for all,

children skittering at

the edges

 

with satisfied grunts

at the labor’s real

product.

 

something lies not so

buried in work, care

and skillings

shared.

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us older guys – November 8

Posted on November 9, 2014 by landl30

11.2.2014

us older guys

are just young guys inside

checking it out

wondering what’s going on

not really trusting

that it ever really comes

to an end.

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pink oxford sounds – November 7

Posted on November 7, 2014 by landl30

11.7.2014

soul anchoring music

warms the air around

us, fingers moving on

laptops

 

her pink oxford shirt

wrinkles just right

the cat leaning close

on big brown

 

my soul eases,

gazing across

to caress the hand

that rises to her

cheek.

 

play on saxophone,

piano, bluesy sounds.

sing our togetherness

in the night.

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winning – November 6

Posted on November 6, 2014 by landl30

11.6.2014

the challenge

of competence

stresses

relationship.

 

what if.

I didn’t expect.

that’s

my territory.

 

then hearts

need to test

heart.

 

a win is not

always

what’s

needed.

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times given – November 5

Posted on November 5, 2014 by landl30

11.05.2014

anniversary time

with friends

 

the best of years

written in faces

 

open, honest

caring.

 

the best of times

given

 

generosity of

hearts.

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for you – silver anniversary – November 4

Posted on November 4, 2014 by landl30

11.4.2014

the best thing about

twenty five is that

it’s more

than a number.

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night before – October 30

Posted on October 31, 2014 by landl30

10.30.2014

night before a trip

seems slow and tiring

anxious and unending

as if the bags will

never pack

and there’s

always one more

trick

to accomplish

like getting some

sleep

except, except

what did I forget

it’s on the tip of

my

my

my

brain hurts.

are we there yet…

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sitting by evening fire – October 27

Posted on October 28, 2014 by landl30

10.27.2014

sitting by evening fire

winds of autumn starting

to chill the night air

outside

 

my eyes see

a newer self in the

hall mirror

 

older, more lines,

weariness askance,

matching the soreness

of muscles that now

hurt every day and

yet ache nicely

in comparison

 

things could be worse

they say, things could

stop in the blink of an

eye that never opens

again.

 

and then what. we do

not know except through

hope. and that inner

whatever

 

that connects

 

dancing, stepping,

breathing out, drawing in,

touching always

 

the beloved.

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