I slept today
longer than I should
in my dreams
found a road
I hadn't walked before
It was a moonlight path
In a prairie land
Sand crunchy underneath
Staring up at stars
Falling overhead
Into an aurora
Following the path
walking deeper
into the night
Upon waking
I want this in my life
The best dream I ever had was during a flu. I was running a high fever, in and out of conscience. The dream wasn't anything special. Just me going to locker at a school close to me. I took a seat across from a girl. She was someone I had grown up with. I remember her looking over at me and I took her hand. We stared at each other for a moment and then she faded away.
She called me later that day and said she had seen me in a dream. That she had fallen asleep for a few moments in homeroom.
the turtle
shell exposed
rain pelting
marches forward
brambles
cut feet
streaks of vermilion
marches forward
heat
blooms from Earth
crackles gray skin
marches forward
the lake
relief, tail dancing
playful, happy
swims forward
– endurance
The thing about this year that's been hitting hard has been routine. I would never have minded seeing my kids more. Being inside more. Waiting in long lines. If it had been subtle. But I went from biking into work. Getting coffee. Generally just living out an existence. A boring one. But a routine I had forged. To this.
This break from that mundane routine.
It's been a chance to be still (Even with kids running amuck). To really see what people are willing to sacrifice or not. To see how others, handle their own routine. How we endure.
Hope everyone you know is safe. That you find some stillness. You deserve some respite from 2020.
Electricity woven into murky clouds
needles threaded
white light
sewn to Earth
She sat on the curb
The summer heat
Surrenders to rainfall
The umbrella sits limply
on her shoulders
legs stretched out
Smoke from the cigarette
Flows out then expunged
A muted gray
She sighs
Picks up her book
Letting the day go
Looks like it's going to be another fun day in the pod. This summer has gone by so quick and I know that im harping. For what it's worth, I thought it went pretty well. Didn't get to do very much camping because our state spiked mid July. But still, it could have been worse
Most days it gets a brighter
Some days a little dimmer
That's ok
Sometimes it gets torn
Other times, people mend it
When I'm finally gone
I hope to look down
and see others
wearing patches from it
Thought id take one of the poems I was going to put on the writing.exchange fediverse and put it here instead. It didn't feel right letting this one go down the river of the fediverse. It needed a proper home.
Last night was something, at 9pm thunder clapped and rain came pouring down. I rushed outside and proceeded to soak myself. August rain is the best. Especially since it was 97 all day.
The rain never fails to bring back memories of laughter, my honeymoon and times that weren't like what we are in today.
I'm glad it's Friday, it's been a long week of work. Hope you find some time to relax. Enjoy the weekend.
We drag our friends
Growling, they spat, coughed and bleed
leaving trails of scarlet in our wake
Each crunch of my footfalls
Brought us closer to the river
The disease moved slowly
creeping like a cancer
Many fell to the dark sleep
my friends, cursed awake forever
I haven't dreamt.. yet.. my sanity holds
The friends I found however are not so lucky
They hate us,
As I watch the madness in their eyes
This is the toll of not sleeping
Binding itself tighter to their souls
We drag our friends
Closer to the river to sleep
I finished listening to the podcast “The Edge of Sleep”. Really was hoping for a few more episodes to tie up some loose ends. Unfortunately I that didn't happen. That said, I was really impressed with the overall feel of the series. I enjoyed the characters and the audio was amazing.
Not to spoil anything but a scene played out with the voice actors retelling a b-rated horror flick from the 80's. It was amazing. Reminded me of seeing the movie “critters” for the first time.
You know that feeling? Where you want to be scared but how can you?
A giant ball of cute death coming your way. Priceless.
Iridescent red sheening clouds
Murky smoke smothering white vapor
The wall of colors waiver
Wind mixing fire and air
Far away I can see the landscape changing
The green and browns become scorch
Paths walked in a cool spring morning
Flames
Dancing beneath
Crimson summer sun
I ended up taking a day off yesterday. Had that moment. In the morning. Where I looked up at the ceiling and was .. not .. having it.
I had thought about writing. But nah, ended up working on the yard.
Being inside, almost exclusively, I hadn't realized. Just how smokey it has gotten in the mountains. It reminded me of fires in the mid 2000's. When my wife's family had been evacuated and they had come to my beach rental.
When I had woken up ( and snuck around all the fam ), ash was falling. The sunrise had a brilliant scarlet sun. It was surreal.
Sitting with coffee. Smoking a cig. Watching the world burn.
The early morning air
crisp, sweet and mellow
Rushing through the car
Travelling the interstate
Towards the fairgrounds
My stomach growling
The parking lot
The line
The gate
Then finally
The fair
In the summer as a kid, I was lucky enough to go to the Del Mar Fair. It was one of a few highlights every summer. My parents were the type who went to all the exhibits first and the rides weren't until the end. Which usually involved endless bitching on my part. That said, now that i've taken my kids once or twice I can appreciate the strategy.
My favorite activity at the fair was that they had these folks that would sell you a geode. That they would then crack and shine for you. I have many fine memories staring at the broken geode on the trip home.
The sad thing about each day
is watching how they drift away
so many hours a draft copy
of the days already past by
While sitting here, typing
or looking out the window
or laying on the ground
perspectives feel so worn
Had a great weekend, but this pandemic is starting to get to me. I really didn't think that it would be August and I would still be checking rt.live every day. I didn't think id have to worry so much about neighbors. Or people in stores. Bleh.