a poem for the reign

 

the pre dawn winters sky was crisp

the snow blanket  glows bright white as full the moon shone aloud

all the open trails the lead me here,

through woods blindly i sought

*

some come, seek  to love me

some leave and hate me

i  can make them laugh and understand

i can make them cry and leave them scratching their heads

*

some seek to follow me

and others want to hang me at dawns early light

*

but ive seen it all before

the same place where they call me saviour

is where they cursed me all in the same breath

always looking for the favour –

poem for the reign

*

so i run up to the highest point

i scream at the top of  my lungs for some support

i scream out and it echos all

but lands on deaf ears

*

oh,  poem for the reigns –

a broken heart floats down river –

a river rushing and flooded.

the current carrying away whats left

a million little pieces,  all in a million different directions

*

the pre dawn winters sky was crisp

the snow blanket  glows a bright white as the full  moon shone aloud

all the open trails the lead me here,

through woods blindly i sought

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

in the waiting game

 

in the waiting room,  dark and melancholy

all is just a waiting game

the minutes seem like hours

and the hours take days to pass

*

the t.v. glows,  but what it pukes,  i don’t know

all the thoughts swim and design my attention

a memory lies awake all the while

trying to breathe is forgotten in a waiting game

*

in a lobby that silent and dim

behind closed doors reality lives

somewhere we are born and somewhere we say our goodbyes

a beginning holds its hand to its ending

oh!  i am somewhere  in the middle,  on the other side of this wall

in closed doors,  uncertainty lives

and plays with the swimming memories

of what was

now just halts in this waiting game

*

in the waiting room,  dark and melancholy

all is just a waiting game

the minutes seem like hours

and the hours take days to pass

 

c. 2014  bgw

in the summer woods

 

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the indiana humidity.

green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –

the days sunlight dares not  trespass.

all the while,  the native birds sing a song –

one of search and one out for love.

look above and two small hawks lingers in perch

one seeks its prey,  as the other tends her nest.

the mouse on the cooled moist dirt of  the ground

burrows itself in the pile of leaves,

inside the years of untouched earth.

the sounds of the creek water slowly babbled by,  washing the rock in its bed

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the concrete jungles of  marble and glass

inside the realm of  the woods,  silence tells a story

a peace that has been long forgotten –  a throne to an earth that once was

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the indiana humidity.

green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –

the days sunlight dares not  trespass

 

 

 

c 2014  bgw