This was the last poem I wrote while leaving Seattle for the last time,
My travels back, and forth were a burden on my body, yet I will not
give up the experience on the whole, the visual, and audio stimulation’s
were well worth it in the end…one of the many experiences in life that defines who
we are at the end of the day really…..each memory….a tapestry of our souls…
They ache
My bones of mortal weakness
That silent clock creaking as winter comes
The ache grows deeper in winter
Death giving you another twist of the knife
That sudden pain
The panic
Then relief
As futures fear laughs in your face
Your gaze graces the hills, weaving in and out of trees
Sliding back and forth as stream after stream roll by
Blazing orange as the suns setting rays hit them
That pain returns
As your mind whispers the mantra you’ve known for sometime
Known, yet refused to believe it
Refused to acknowledge you wont see these wonders of nature
The whispers grow as trees thin to houses then into buildings
As roads fill with car after car, and the crisp air grows grey
Heavy like your heart
Maybe he should listen to the whispers he’s been ignoring
A factory fire slips by spewing thick rancid smoke into the evening sky
Causing an early sunset
The whispers
He stops and closes his eyes
He could always hear better with his eyes closed
Those whispers, what are you saying?
Soft words like velvet do they caress his senses
As his eyes clench a little more than they should
His shoulders begin to hunch more than they do
As the constant ache in his knees fades like the crisp clear air of those woods
What do those whispers tell you?