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The Trail
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The Trail |
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since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
What use to follow this trail Abate! Tormentor, that gaits And sniffs the trials Of such a common life, Along a track that leads From cradle, to a waiting grave. Can, by this, some good be found? My seasons are all bound the same As anyone's to time, But something on this eerie night Has released a baying hound. * See the young mother, Follow her footsteps An infant is sick, She paces the floor... But in a few moments A creaking, old school bus Rattles up Slowly, Comes to a stop at the door. The scent is old, And the picture is smudged By a mother that cried; At her babies last Baby-wave, Send-off, good bye. But the bleak tableau breaks.... Because the redolence Has grown so thin, and is weak. * Red brick, a child looks out Prison bars are window panes That keeps the world outside. Starlings pass above, then gone, I want to fly Away with them But I remain.... Another photograph falls to the floor; And the dog moves quickly on. * The path then leads to strength, Sinew overcomes all childish fat, The sight of growing breasts, And siren curves call out Strange feelings, urges, longings, Makes impossible, constraints.... See, the bed of grass, bent flat? Body heat gone cold, they raised Without repent; Which way she went? I'll never know And neither does the hound, Her scent has long grown old. * A blot of foggy, fallen years Conceals the Alps of passing time. Choices leave tracks Both fouled and clear, Like lines in first-draft Written rhymes; With wracks of strife And smiles of joy I scaled the great divide And the hound pursued Right on through, My ephemeral middle life. * I'm still alive, but leave no trace, The howling is pitched, higher it cries And I know well, that I cannot hide Because the space is close And I stink, of what all humans fear So I turn to face, my given fate But find, my living scent The dog cannot define, * Close, it veers, but it passes me by. * end |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) I think that can be the puzzling thing about taking the road less taken, some never really think its significance over and when you're so far down the path and the dogs can't hunt you down, then one is left by him or herself to make the adventure and that can be a bit of a bummer sometimes! (sad sigh) Fate shouldn't have to be too elusive, dearest friend, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ford, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is totally awesome stuff. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ice...Very interesting travel with the dog and the snapshots of time and place. Much enjoyed! |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
THAT'S quite a trip! |
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