Epilogue - Self Portrait Weyburn Saskatchewan
She And I Were Both Here - Somehow
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Fi
Fi - In Search of A Missing Note Something happening Fi I couldn’t take you any where But where you’re gonna go Déja vu Some where when rising sun comes And sweat our skin shows Colour of love I move with you again dawn yellow sun Don’t let the night forget that I was there Cause I came when the horses called And riding through I’ll be there when again Again our sweat says here That God calls its really all okay Cause all you take you took from me and more… I’m okay let’s move rock on Women work and men fall back Let’s dance around a pole of history Cause baby Fi you’re the ride And ride I will Carry me through mountains thorns drop me leave me I’m ok bled… Love’s a ride and maybe Weyburn Reference to the world crowd That damn I’m from the bush and I’ve the guts to ride your plain… Babe she says I’m a ride your gonna ‘fraid to take Girls gals ain’t nothing near what that pop girl says Says hey… donwannabrakson...
After Long Days of Travel
After Long Days of Travel 5 June 2020 jp After long days of travel A night passes And I open my eyes in this strange abode Rain… Distant thunder… Dog sighs… Drops pattering on roof… Glass distorted wetness… Wind rustles leaves… Contented aloneness In my mind’s emptiness Awaking with dawn From sleeping on the floor Of a wooden shed Dog sighs again Rain patters some more… My skin cool with solitude Caressing my weariness away.
Last Summer’s Mornings When I Woke
Last Summer’s Mornings When I Woke december 1982 jp melville Last summer’s mornings when I woke I’d throw my blankets off and climb from bed Pull on my jeans then mutter my way downstairs To step outside and out beyond the house to hillside. Looking out across the valley span I’d take my morning piss And breathe damp air, cool, thick Tasting like grasses and pollen and pine - My skin would shiver against the moisture My arms, my chest, and back and belly naked My toes and feet gone numb in wet grass; Arching backwards – ugh – stretching Spreading arms and fingers to dawn’s pale sky. Down in that valley, there’s a stream In my memory blanketed By thick morning, winding mist Wending its way wherever the waters beneath it did… And the old leaning willows and cedar groves looked all asleep Because it was darker down there in the valley Darker than the hillsides where dawn’s morning light Sunrise just skimmed over our hori...
All At Once 1984
All At Once 1984 september 1984 jp melville Beneath this azure inverted plain Our sky my sky her sky; We have sound awakening to the dawn: Her voice on the phone talking, wandering travels… She there downstairs, the stillness, birds, and careful listening Somewhere far away the highway drifts sounds beckons a mile away She turns her eyes to the windows, Turns to listen… Birds chirrup, footsteps grind in gravel driveway, Tractor rumbles warming to work, Horse snorts, whinnies And distant far far far…. clack metal wheels a train to nowhere… Goodbye in whispers, she hangs up the phone… All about her stillness in the house downstairs Coolness, quiet, wooden floors, coral coloured walls Dry crisp air alive, with morning light, Two dogs she wakes, calls them: “Roo! Roo! Lara! Lara!” Her hips slide through the rooms the dining room, the kitchen To a sink, a mirror To see herself To brush her teeth, she watches her eyes her own… I ...