[Soaring Feather]

Oh sure, Colonel that's fine. Sometimes I can knock the poetry out like running water, then other times I have a dry well.

[Soaring Feather]

Universe Rising

Out of the black ice
and grey dust
A universe rises
A place of serenity, peace,
Warmth, loving, trust and hope...

Sojourner solace
golden friendship and respect
a mist sounds of mystical music
creative forces endowed to us
perfection in an imperfect world
Blessed by twilight hours
of dusk meeting dawn
candles of ceremony lighted

In innocence of new and perfect
waiting in robed beauty
anxious but tattered in years
stained by shed tears of a million years
from a mud hens' haunts
to a Bird of Paradise plumage
of spectacular splendor
Universe Rising

bentfeather © 2003

[Darksheare]

A Mile of Snow Drift

Down the lonely road I drive
Never blinked or took the time
Words remembered lost in mind
Cluttered just like the road
Across the snow drift I must go
First one way, and then another
I swear that tree looked like my mother
Then pirouette by the pines
In my car as well as mind
With white knuckled hands I take my time
Down this mile of drift where I glide
The car rumbles, shifts and slides
As do the pictures in my mind
I'm halfway there with a swerve and a shudder
I may be swearing, but it's only a mutter
Sideways now with a curse and a glance
Wish that polar bear hadn't tried to pass
And with a slide and a twist, oh man I'm p!$$ed
I finally know that it's the road I missed
Along th bank I gently glide
Creamed a garbage can and a slide
Oh boy is the wife gonna skin my hide
It's the day of the drift
And I'm in for the ride
Oh wait, what's this?
I'm back on the road, more wise less bold
And with skinless teeth I have arrived
At the end of the mile long snow drift slide