when the rain kisses the leaves

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

//

morning sunshine

looking in the morning window

were these dreams of mine

yesterday is today’s widow

//

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

 as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

c 2018 bgw

 

 

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(september) when morning falls

when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls of

bright blue skies shine;

someone calls

and all is fine

the fireball cries

someone calls

to say good-bye;

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s  fight between choices!

wife, mother

husband, father

brother, sister

daughter, son

good morning!

the sun kisses all

the sun kisses us all!;

when morning shone

we went about

without doubt,  when we awoke

we’d see each other by dinner;

so we Dropped the kids off at school

hugged them and kissed them

and couldn’t wait for 

cartoon popcorn movie night;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

through the smoke of confusion

he saw her eyes shining in flashback

the way her hand-held his

oh! when morning calls

freedom falls

in halls

of bright blue coloured skies shine;

someone calls and all is fine

fireball cries

and someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

in last morning coffee sip

a last goodbye kiss

did we argue? did we make love?

a last hug embrace 

a last good morning joking;

when morning calls

freedom falls in halls

of bright blue skies shine

someone calls and all is fine;

a fireball cries

someone calls to say good-bye

hearts beat between choices

broken in a hero’s glass

      dreams brake and fall fast….

hearts beat between choices!

a hero’s fight between choices!

           but the sun always kisses us good morning

c. 2016, 2018  bgw

writer’s block

i’m not going to sugar coat it.

to tell you that it’s just a case of writers block

would be the farthest from the truth.

the ideas of new overflow in my head;

the ability to write has seemed to have temporary disappeared

something’s missing when she isn’t here with me.

like hurdling a wall that can’s even be climbed,

the frustration mounts as the ideas get blocked by distractions.

the audience awaits for another desired rhyme,

but the stage sits empty.

just is the momentary season of without

and a life without is just that -just.

i sit with my pen and paper,

and all i do is just stare at a blank piece of imagination.

looking for that moment of breakthrough that brings another fulfilling story.

letters drawn up to form words,

but the words have nowhere to go,

and draw up the incompletion instead.

mumble jumble nonsense goes nowhere

and the thought of the stories once written mislead.

i’ve sat in this chair night after night,

trying my best to complete just a paragraph or two,

and i can’t even do that.

//

her memory makes me smile

her memory makes me desire.

her eyes, her smile

and the way her hand fits in mine.

i can still feel her under the flannel sheets

as the fire crackles through the wine glass clinks

we drank a toast to the past, and we drank a toast to the future

i can still feel her under the flannel sheets.

the laughs always came in conversation

and the tears always would fall when talk about the parting.

two hours behind and yet what seems like 10,000 miles in between.

her memory makes me smile

her memory makes me desire.

her eyes, her smile

and the way her hand fits in mine.

i can still feel her under theses flannel sheets.

//

in winter’s cold and snowy landscape,

there sat my cabin.

outside;

blanketed by the over night snow.

and did you know, inside,

it’s warm and woodsy,

the fire roars and heats the frozen thoughts i pen out .

a passionate kiss;

the moment when her lips touches mine

the way we hold each other when we sleep;

now a loving memory and a desired hope to be again.

but i’m not going to sugar coat it.

to tell you that it’s just a case of writers block

would be the farthest from the truth.

the ideas of new overflow in my head;

the ability to write has seemed to have temporary disappeared

something’s missing when she isn’t here with me.

like hurdling a wall that can’s even be climbed,

the frustration mounts as the ideas get blocked by distractions.

the audience awaits for another desired rhyme,

but the stage sits empty.

just is the momentary season of without

c 2017 bgw

hollow coves

hollow coves,

loving;

loveless waters.

seek! ;

and be sought.

follow dreams

and leave such behind!

hollow coves,

sail on mirrored waves;

quietly i whisper in a forbidden forest i seek.

hollow coves.

canoe.

i paddle, cutting the silent waters

slicing through the cold fog;

damp and heavy.

where day is headed,

into a deep and dark navy;

the moon faces one in many.

and there do i; can i

wrap its welcome around you.

hollow coves.

 

c. 2017  bgw

 

though these woods

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk.

//

through these, autumn colours fall

i have committed these trespasses

and put myself on this stake

and under the fire of regret, i will burn

//

the faces in the window

are the ones that are recognized in remembering what once was;

but know i can not continue

seeking for what i had; who’s to say we were fair?

//

through these woods i walk;

woods of thick brush and mighty trees; here stands my life.

autumn colours and thick evergreen fur

i stand in the woods i created; lost and sorry

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

//

a future will be haunted everyday

from what was a beautiful yesterday;

for yesterday had you there

and regrets that i hold, i can not carry

//

the snow began to fall quietly as i headed back to the cabin.

and there, i brushed off the chill and sat by the fire.

for yesterday had you there

regrets that i hold, i can not carry and i am sorry.

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

c. 2017 bgw

i took a walk

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts are like moss,

catching them in a sighed squawk.

i took a walk.

the early morning in late October,

distractions were clear,

and yet seemed unforeseen.

nothing i could say to anybody

could never really explain my emotion or thought.

i felt trapped in a world that was dealt;

and as i walk,

with each step counted

with each autumn leaf fallen on the cold cobblestone path

the thought of you flashed between this and that,

what was and what could have been.

each step got me further away

and yet tightened the chain of the memories pain.

you are a summer’s sun;

in some deep forest winter scene;

on a carousel here i am.

the world that spins in a jar

full of Polaroids and untaken memories

here i walk through big lots of vast open prairie

swallowed by the big North Dakota sky.

in an early Saturday morning mist

i buttoned up my coat,

and took a deep breath.

the cold air surround my thoughts

as i mourned for yesterday’s death.

hope was a child we conceived together

but died in our arms from a form of carelessness.

oh, i took a walk;

because the pain became

before the early autumn sun

fading behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk to settle everything that wasn’t familiar.

i fought between the pain and freedom,

i fought between going back and just running away.

going back is and never will be an option,

but now, i am living without you and i must move on.

tomorrow always starts a brand new – no matter what.

so i must carry on!

today!,

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk and found myself again –

just a little bit at a time;

i took a walk

 

c. 2017  bgw

all that slips away (ll)

the moon shone its glow on the coastal waters,

the waves still crashing ashore.

i keep looking around,

thinking that you’d still be there,

but the reality of solitude

brought a chill of loneliness along with the sea’s breeze.

but after each step taken,

sinking in the sands,

i beg for the warming of the sun of yester;

//

knock on the door and there’s nobody home .

but still,  the stars guide the way

the intoxication of the salted air keeps me wanting more.

the peace that the beach brought,

now turned to a sharp sting of question.

the feet that sunk in the sands,

now freeze and feel like they’re in cement.

all that slips away –

the sea, the sand;

the moon and stars drifted all away,

and left me in the dark.

silence screams all around

and the darkness crawls upon my skin.

i cry out! and nothing comes tearing out of my mouth.

tossing and turning,  feeling like i’m suffocating,

i gasp for one last deep breath.

muscles tense and loose, slow to respond.

my mind races out of control.

panic leaps out from my throat and becomes lodged,

death in silence,  my thoughts race and cannot win.

//

i am there.

my eyes squint,

adjusting to the bright light of day.

a riverfront cityscape stands before me,

and something is horribly wrong.

streets that should be busy,

the cars that should be honking,

people who should be about,

were all void!; missing.

the water wasn’t flowing through the fountain,

and yet again,  silence deafen.

standing in the middle of the street,

shocked and all in awe,

i couldn’t believe my eyes.

the tall buildings of brick, steel,  and marble are all now lying in ruins,

crumbled in pieces on the ground.

a thick fog quickly rolled in and covered the recognizable ruins.

shouting for anyone to hear me! all my cry’s falling on complete nothingness,  emptiness.

i run down the street,  jumping over the obstacles of pieces of building,

running, feeling like i,m going in circles,

still i shout out for anyone to hear me;

“CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!!!”

i quickly run down to the river that once saved me in a nine count–

once again i freeze.

my eyes grew large in shock,

as i saw that the river had risen,

and swept away everything that was down on the front.

my heart beats faster as panic sets in.

where was i ?

i turn to run away from the rushing rising waters of the river.

i run faster and faster,

seeming like i was running like molasses,

more panic sets in ; trying like hell to get out of there.

the ground started to shake and the rest of what building walls stood,

now completely fell.

the black and white tiles,

scattered on the streets below,

the fountain statues now fell and broke apart.

the window glass now shattered and rained down on top of me.

still crying out for someone to hear,

my words turn to sheer bear calls.

i quickly try to run through the disaster,

and i run myself through walnut street and turned into our street where we live,  or lived.

i stop in shock and tears come pouring out of my eyes.

the sidewalk where i walked home every night after work,  now lay buckled.

the wooded gate and fence lies on the ground,

and the roof sunk in, windows broke.

i run up the cobblestone walk and rush through the door.

the front parlour  is now crowded with overturned books and furniture.

a mothers desk sat vacant.

i scream out your name,

desperately seeking your face,

silence answered and meet me in the entry.

i run up the torn stairs and rush to open every door,

yelling out for you;

an empty crib with unplayed toys.

“HELLLOOO,  CAN YOU HEAR ME,  IS ANYONE HERE?!!”

out of breath,  i stop out of sheer exhaustion.

the tears keep pouring out,

where was i ?

i lean against a wall and slide down it as i sat on the dirt covered carpeted floor.

my hands cover my face and i uncontrollably scream out  your name.

i reach out for my son,  but he doesn’t come up to me.

an unfamiliar emptiness and loneliness crawls up my skin.

as my hands wipe my face,  slowly the home i once knew,

slipped away and  left me in the dark.

silence falls all around and the darkness now crawls upon my skin.

i cry out, and nothing comes tearing out of my mouth.

tossing and turning,  feeling like i’m suffocating,

i gasp for one last deep breath.

muscles tense and loose,  slow to respond.

my mind races out of control.

panic leaps out from my throat and becomes lodged,

my thoughts race and cannot win.

without all these things in my life,  i am nothing.

//

as soon as the darkness rolls over my eyes and i gasp for one last breath,

reality quickly saves me and my eyes open.

sweat rolling down my face, tears still pouring out of me;

are you next to me,  can i feel the arms that comfort?

the hands that soothe,  or the voice that tells me that everything is ok?

the nightlight in the hall softly glows,

not leaving me in the dark.

from where you were, now faded away

my feet freeze and felt like they’re in cement.

in a blink of an eye,

all that slips away, please,

let me go back to the start,

where we started it all

c. 2013, 2017  BGW

a broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

hello to yesterday;

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright!

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down/

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

put the “and” between

you and me

//

it’s been awhile

but nothing really has changed

broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

the sharp shattering of a soul full of hope;

and yet i still stand

//

maybe

ill wake in the morning,

stretch and yawn.

shave my face till the dream cuts and bleeds out

//

ill shower and let the hot water wash away the work day

dry myself off and sit naked on the couch;

putting the gun in my mouth

and let all the thoughts and memories splatter onto the wall

//

if you ever wonder where i am

don’t ever think twice

i’ll be gone but here hiding

i’ll be here, still thinking of you

i’m here, still thinking about you

//

hello to yesterday

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

2017  bgw

you are (more than these words)

sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

winter’s chill

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within the words

within a sought midnight lake.

ice melts

from the branches above;

an unseen path

covered by fallen leaves;

leading me to forgotten memories.

first eyes to wake

sought on and found an empty bed beside.

on a Saturday morning,

and found everything that was unsaid

floated away down by the riverside.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

ice melts

from the branches above

of braided emotion

between loving you and hurting me.

April’s rain melted frozen drift

and seen on ocean waves dancing without.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

last the chill arose from deep within,

and hit the snooze –

dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

c 2017  bgw