Through halls of unwritten law,
I walk
with uneven steps
behind footprints of change
listening
to her dramas of song
with no manual or
directions to guide.
I walk a slippery line
trying to keep up
guessing
on the moment to give love
and when to lay down the law.
I see
the girl no more
grown heads above mine
eyeing the tree she once climbed
the child left behind.
© River Urke 2013
care for a reading
care for a reading
I am taking a break or more like changing gears in my world of poetry. I am going to start saving my poetry for books instead of on here. I will add poems here and there but not regularly. I will add them more often to my soundcloud or page on facebook. One way to keep tabs on my works is on my website.
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I am made of a man
I know nothing about
a man I barely recall
from when I was three.
no letters, no pictures
nothing, but
the memories of young hippies
in their time of love, peace
and civil fights.
they remember his smarts,
the curls upon his head
and the laughter he brought.
I remember, nothing
until the night I gifted myself
a memory/a keepsake
of the man I look so much like.
I dreamed we watched
water tumble
down
the rocks of Chester Creek,
side by side
we stood as the warmth
left his fading shadow
marking our time done,
a lifetime lost forever.
©River 2013
written for prompt
Free Write Friday 3/22
care for a reading
Will the birds sing once more?
Will the sun kiss my bones warm?
©River 2013
care for a reading
