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

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indigo swims

a winter night’s rain falls; drizzles.

found finally

after a long crippling disappearing act,

ink appears and draws up these words;

the cold drifts through the piles of facts

while an old, dusty empty room chills the feet.

seeking in theses are hollow, reflective, blinding thoughts,

desperately shoving them full with memories engraved.

the last match strikes the box

and left a candle flame flickering.

small patches of ice floats down a blackened river

and there, justifying everything that was and all that is;

the darkened indigo swims and still leaves me in a silent creek bed ripple .

a familiar echo crosses the street

and invades every dream.

shadows raise a brow

and tips its hat to the last shone moonbeam.

a winter night’s rain falls; drizzles.

found finally

after a long crippling disappearing act,

ink glides and draws up these words…

 

c. 2015  bgw

shades of a smile

night sky,

as the moon sails by;

stars act like eyes,

looking down upon slumber ground –

night sky

 

dreams of a deep desire,

act like a movie conspire;

campagne for lady love

and all that could be lost,

in dreams of deep desire !  !

 

typed words of inked ribbon black,

sought words of invisible emotion;

the strength of feelings linger,

but now forgets –

to her, are just these typed words of inked ribbon black.

 

i’ve changed my face

for a change of pace.

perhaps it may have been a game that backfired on me;

but here!, in the shades of my smile –

all that is left is her faded wallpapered mile.

and i changed my face  –

for a change of pace.

 

night sky,

dreams of deep desires;

turned into typed words of invisible emotion

was it i that woke up the giving of a bright sunshine day?

yea! it was i, cycling the shades of a smile

perhaps all in the making;

night sky

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

anymore

i awoke to the golden crisp sunrise

shinning through the open window pain.

disappointment was standing there,

lurking beside my bedside, time slipping by;

i was cold and lonely.

waking to this summer morning,

there i was –

an empty bed and no telegram delivery.

while the coffee that brews,

waking, i stand here;

waiting, for the things i’ve lost –

to come back in different form.

i stand here in the kitchen

waiting for the things i’ve lost

to come back –

to come back in some different form.

a dear john letter,

and she won’t be coming back.

she won’t be anymore,

but forever a god damn attack on myself.

her amazing eyes,  never coming to this ship wreck.

solo black coffee toast,

yet i knew that some kind of pain was overdue –

a little expected,

but never not this soon.

never not this soon.

absolute can never be certain,

tell me it’s not this again –

she wont be coming back,

anymore,

anymore.

i awoke to the golden crisp sunrise

shinning through the open window pain.

disappointment was standing there,

lurking beside my bedside, time slipping by;

i was cold and lonely.

waking to this summer morning,

there i wasn’t,  and there i wasn’t.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

the endless meadow of thought

night time storybook riddles,

the endless meadow of thought.

counting the stars above,

slowly the eyes draw heavy and fall back.

through these dream scape knacks,

she comes knocking at my door.

and all for a while in absolute calmness,

a beam of her laughter spills out

into my soul,  overflowing onto the floor.

she opens the frayed drapes of darkening certainty

and breathes out the sunshine warmth.

as the breeze drifts by,

under all the leaves of the trees above

over the rushing creek waters,

over rock and pebble –

leading us back again

to the elevated castles sitting high.

brick on top of brick

stone on top of stone –

inside the wall of my security,

are her arms wrapped around me.

the essence of her being i find.

flood my emotions in this bouquet of time

with her being with me

in the endless meadow of thought!

in the wiping of eyes awoke,

and the gorgeous illusion of what was,

was nevermore – halted and taken!

oh! night time storybook rhyme,

lead me again

to the endless meadow of thought!

 

 

c.  2014  bgw

sitting in these words, there she stands

i wait for her calling.

in the darkness i hide,

but in the hope i stand tall –

and i wait for her calling.

 

if she reached her hand on out,

i would catch her.

if she reached her hand on out,

i would hold her.

 

in the painting there she poses,

her face is turned,  yet all to whom – no one knows!

there,  in the pressed crimson dress,

she stands in the words and speaks in the silence.

all in a silence that reflects of a falling midnight snow,

the beauty that is her!

 

all the doubt i hold,  dwells and seeks –

 

i wait for her calling.

in the darkness i hide,

but all in the hope i stand tall –

and i wait for her calling

 

though,  through a simple eye connection

and in a dreamed waltz, one gets vague direction

how can passion ever be forgotten?

to deny the desire is to kill the hope

 

in the painting she stands,

her face is turned,  yet all to whom – no one knows!

there,  in the pressed crimson dress,

she places herself  in the words and speaks in the silence.

all in a silence that reflects of a falling midnight snow,

the beauty that is her!

 

all the doubt i hold,  dwells and seeks –

when the mind protects and shelters the heart from the wounds

the heart’s strength ignores warning and udders, screams emotion –

and patiently finds that she is the unfinished story in and of my life.

 

i wait for her calling!

in the darkness i hide,

but all in the hope i stand tall –

and i wait for her calling

 

c. 2014 bgw

summer tree

 

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath,  in your shade.

i pass by, and in the blink of an eye

summer tree, your leaves are in a changing colour

red,  yellow on orange,  brown as they sit on the ground.

the brisk winds blow and shakes your coat of colour bare.

summer tree,  i must let you be,  autumn tree

under the bare branches i stroll quickly.

as i turn my coat collar up,  i hear the silent sounds of snowfall!

winter tree, i hear your whispering be!,  winter tree,

the snow falls and collects by your feet,  this is your ground.

the crunch of a white blanket under my boots,  into puddles i find

winter tree!,  good-bye to thee!  in a spring tree we are all awakened!

out of a hibernation,  you wake with a new beginning

a sunrise warms your leafing blooms

spring tree!  thawed from a frozen daze, oh!  spring tree!

your flowering creation in your fragrance – in a stroll i stop.

cascading waters of a creek underneath your height,  i  breathe it all in !

oh spring time tree!,  leaves of green!  give me your shade once again!  summer tree,

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath in your shade

and as i pass by,  in the blink of an eye,  we meet as i see!

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath in your shade

i pass by, as quickly you welcomed,  we said good-bye again,

summer tree!  leaves of green,  once again where you and i become we  –

all in a seasonal sonata we danced away!

 

 

c. 2014 bgw