Weekend Storm

[dr_con]

Weekend Storm

 

Just because you were killed

is-not an excuse

to-not finish what you started

 

or so they would have us believe.

I caught the largest fresh water

fish of my life this weekend, did-not

 

get it in the boat, but the thrill was real;

as real as striving to undo striving

the whole 'death and taxes' ring, a small

 

circle, near the center of the post-domestication

World Tree- From that perspective, it is Good

We lose our jobs, our careers-

 

Before the Weaving Mills,

we worked until the work was done.

Now with the contraction

 

of light bulbs, telecommunications,

and easy entertainment

the Night, once for Soldiers, Spies

and Moon Mad Mystics

 

has become an extension of the day.

Before dawn, I awake in SF

to offer support, for NY Markets

 

Lately, the howls in the dark have increased;

more people stripped of their identities

trying to find the ground from which their branches

sprung- When I left the river, the wind

 

broke off the top of 300 year-old Redwood

it fell onto my brother's porch

where all weekend, we had stood

 

talking and smoking and watching the dog.

It dominated a space, I thought you owned

but now our debts to this Forest of Trees

 

can be eased,

by conspicuous

and fortunate absence.

[tonyv]

Eerily present-day, Dr.C, especially these parts:

Before the Weaving Mills,

we worked until the work was done.

Now with the contraction

 

of light bulbs, telecommunications,

and easy entertainment

the Night, once for Soldiers, Spies

and Moon Mad Mystics

 

has become an extension of the day ...

 

Lately, the howls in the dark have increased;

more people stripped of their identities ...

Foreboding. All too real.

 

Tony

[dr_con]

Thanks Tony!

 

Yup, foreboding, but I hope- mixed with hope;-)

 

DC

[Aleksandra]

This talks much:

Lately, the howls in the dark have increased;

more people stripped of their identities

trying to find the ground from which their branches

sprung- When I left the river, the wind

 

broke off the top of 300 year-old Redwood

 

Dr.Con this is a good poem. And yes it is mixed with hope - I hope :). But yes the hope is always around us, but let's hope that the hope won't stay only a hope... ( I hope I said right )

 

I enjoyed this wonderful poem. The title is interesting.

 

Aleksandra

[dr_con]

Thanks Aleks! and yes hope is part of the hope;-)

 

DC