January 11, 2011

dried leaves

Rocked wood
Worn through polish
To bare
His baby sleep
Of old men
Window sat
Hunched over bones
Swallowing another shot
Whisky stained night
Slurs into dawn
Whiling away
The life he grew into
Freight train passenger
Thundered boxcar
Building fires
He wakes
Another day
On rails of the long haul
Ever closer
To familiar sameness
The collected yellow
Of dried leaves
His brittle bones
In motion of spun earth


marousia said...

Love this!!!! *bows to greatness*

Brian Miller said...

wow. i think i know this guy...gotta be careful those leaves will fall apart...nice one shot.

edjofrank said...

Beautifully painted situation and scenery. The poem took me by the throat and pulled me in a train. Images of -INTO THE WILD- appeared. Compliments

repressedsoul said...

Great work Heather.

Claudia said...

whisky stained nights got me..great write heather

Randall Weiss said...

I especially like "Ever closer
To familiar sameness."

booguloo said...

For many moons I slurred into dawn..

haikulovesongs said...

You immediately pulled me in with -

"Rocked wood
Worn through polish
To bare"

You're one of my very favorite poets, Heather. You're amazing!


Shashi said...

Dear Heather...

Its so lovely...thanks for sharing.

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Steve Isaak said...

Wonderful line breaks, word pictures, tone.