Another Route

Another Route

I'll be damned if I apologize
In this lifetime or in the next
By phone, in person, with rose or with text

By golly who do you think I am?
I don't do "I'm sorry" green eggs and ham
Like some mindless marble or some spineless brute
Ain't seekin' your forgiveness, but got another route
I've jumped that plane in full gear, parachute
And sure as hell ain't losin' no sleep
Over you...




April PAD day 3

UNTOUCHABLE

UNTOUCHABLE

Dear Dad,

I regret the fact that I missed your passing...

March 20, 2012-- 5:20 am 

Even though I endured a long and hardy 31 hour trek,

1800 miles non-stop across 8 states without sleep-- 

I still missed you by three hours.

You were so close, yet so far away,

so untouchable, unreachable.

and now this moment would be unforgettable,

indelibly etched, engraved on my heart

cracked and riven.

You had already made your departure from

"Heaven on earth" as you called it, Arizona.

the moment I received that text and

those words flashed across my cell:

"Dad passed this morning," was nothing less than Hell on Earth.

Down the 17, through the San Francisco peaks, 

across Happy Valley road without a smile,

it seemed like it would never end--
skirting mountain after mountain, I envied their stability,

jealous over their steadfastness,

while I toppled over in anguished tearful tyranny

hemmed in by desert lands parched and deprived 

while I lie soused in a sea of hapless emotion...

But I knew it was your time to go.

my only regret is that I wish we could've  connected more.

Anyways, I love you, Dad.  

YOU

YOU

Do you know what I fear most?
You
Losing you
The preciousness of
Your hazeled eyes
The fullness of your countenance
Warmth of your embrace
Intonation of your lovely voice
Loping tears down your crystal face
Even they are most desirable
Like a lion who seeks it’s prey
Like the youthful 

Dawn determined

A new and perfect day

Revealing light that bears reflection
Of ardent beauty, diamond ray
Where there is no tommorow, boundary
Permanent passion without decay
Here in the rolling meadows dancing
Where the prancing shadows are still at play
I cannot lose you now
My lovely one

On pleasure’s hill

O’ do let us stay

If we were ever separated

and you so far, far  away

I’d still tune in to love’s frequency

Electric spectrum

receive your comeliness

bask your ray

My heart is faint

And twisted

Weak and wrenched
with fear

Vulnerably contesting

this thought

but simply

unable to hear

That I would

lose

You

My love

Poetic Bloomings Prompt:  Fear

SUGAR PLUM

SUGAR PLUM




My silent sugar plum,
coatless timid terebinth,
ambrosial choice spice.  
A delicate tender lily
unaware of her
hidden green youth.
You've become quite a
towering Cedar tree.
Anchored and sightly,
while others under your
wing, your shoulder.
Deeply seated, rooted firmly
upon the earth.
The fullness of every
shadow is beneath you.
Surely I remember
the day you returned
home.  Standing in
the kitchen garbed
in militant green
Stoic and sullen faced.
You were my lamb to admonish,
wild and woolly haired
child.  My daughter.
Its hard to imagine
you...now.  My once tulip,
Snow white,  now with malignant
attitude and M-16, the
insurgent metal-laden.
A lily who prefers the battlefield.
Leviathan, with an appetite
for belligerence and blood.
But you'll always
be my little sugarplum.




Sunday whirl prompt for wordle #46

A FAMILIAR ROAD

A FAMILIAR ROAD


As streams of consciousness
are poured into this poor state of mind
another rude awakening begins
and the drudgery dawns
a new day

At that very moment
wishful thinking
takes on the
identity of a sloth
his day job

Yet responsibility swiftly beckons
Steep challenges eagerly await
my arrival

If only life could be on pause
Still images frame by frame
If only time and tide could wait for this man
Suspend earth on it's axis
and let me turn over
and sleep in


Prompt 44 from Poetic Bloomings:  Take a road trip

Heavyweight Champion

Heavyweight Champion



Chalk one up for cancer
The heavyweight champion
of the world

My father was no match
to go up against him
He had a good fight though

Radiation
Chemo
Stem cell transplant
Cocktails of medication

You put up a good fight Dad
Until Cancer came back
with a vicious jab
and devastating right hook

Knocked you off you're feet
Now you're on the canvas
Face down
And its not looking good

But we're all cheering for you Dad
Telling you to get up

Hoping
Waiting
In slow motion

The referee is beginning
his three count

One...

Two...

Dad?  Please get up.
Dad?
...


You'll always be my Champion.

ENGORGED

ENGORGED

Engorged and crapulous
With penned prose entrées
Savory sonnet sides
Desert haikus
And sweet wordle pies