Wonder where the rest of that hawser is? Somewhere out on the seven seas. In storms and lull. Does it know that it left a bit of itself on the dock?
Did a sailor tosse it overboard? Broken and rejected at the bottom of ‘le grand blue’. Hiding place for Barracudas and Mermaids.
Not all questions will get an answer, ha de Gött!
Around the bend
in the flowing light
a place to mend
in the shadows
a place where things will end
Around the turn of the road
in the bright shining sun
a smile to carry my load
in the shade of falling leaves
is the universe waiting to implode
Stay the course, there’s no turning back. Ha de Gött!
awkward situations, eyes moving like pinballs
discomfort, bubbling laughter in the elevator
mystery, who done it
some countries has melodies playing
to drown the rear end fanfare
stealth smelling or loud like thunder
don’t say the words, blush and giggle
don’t keep it in, let it all out
you must, it’s a law of nature
Don’t be shy, let the trumpet sound, ha de Gött!
What is not to love
with autumn
a crescendo of color
from warm to cold
green grass covered in frost
from lull to storm
birds in formation
navigator set to south
nature smells
of settling down
Life is a cycle, ride on. Ha de Gött!
She stands there on the tiny rock. Firmly against all roaring winds and crashing waves. Calmly she blink with her green eye. Safe passage to still waters.
How I wish to be like her in the modern world. Every minute we are flushed over by impressions and alarming news. Curled up in that comfy armchair. An embrace to land in.
Oktober 10 is world mental health day. Make a difference. Smile, say hello to a friend or a stranger, ha de Gött!
Rays of light sipping through the thick foliage of the Oak and Linden trees.
Ancient rocks covered with soft green moss. Shaped and tossed around by the inland ice, or perhaps by the giant trolls sleeping their thousand year sleep in the hidden caves.
Leaf rustle around my feet as I slowly walk over the old stone fence.
Around me the acorns drop to the ground, or is it the squirrel throwing trying to hit me, tries to scare me off.
The forest is full of mystery, just stop and listen, imagine. Ha de Gött!
One man’s sunset is another man’s sunrise. Twenty four, three hundred and sixty five. Countless spinns, on and on. We are but a blink in eternity.
Carpe diem, ha de Gött!
Billy was a country boy had a used up tractor for a toy oblivious of come what may with a luscious girl in the hay life like river twist and turn ramifications of that yearn now Billy Junior factor plays with used up tractor
Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
I envy the ones that never seem to suffer the imposter syndrome walks tall, head held high confident clapping steps in smart suit corridors slips away unruffled casually brushing off dandruff shoulders hands never seen shoulder deep in cookie jars the real imposters
Memories, of could have been if just alone in that scene giggling friend intervene across crowded train, eyes flirting butterfly stomach, holiday fling in the heart, a little sting last dance so close, so tight but separate ways in the night bitter sweet could this been right tongue stuck, nothing to say growing distance in the sandy bay the one that got away
Nothing compares to my wife, ha de Gött!
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