Fall from My Shoulders

Fall from My Shoulders

Heavy, dragging across, burdensome,
I am a pack animal this day, hauling
a bleak cargo bound to nowhere,
merely existing to weigh myself down

& clog my pores, to veil my eyesight,
& muddle my brainworks. Such an
underrated time, but yet, I haven’t
come to my senses, haven’t stood
straight up & let the rubble, this
ruin, fall from my shoulders.

03-18-11

(Art © 2008, Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)

fallen

Fallen leaves still show path of sudden
streams on trails created by torrential rains
of recent days. The creek remains just
above its banks & continues to fill beds
usually left dry.

In reaching limbs of a certain tree,
orangish gold rays illuminate it
in brilliance of falling sun. Down,
I am wandering in gaining shadows
about dips now full of blessed water –
the swamp, a least turn, our pond.

Anywhere here I could die
& be happy where I fell.

03/10/11, after an invigorating walk
in our woods with my canine daughter

(Photo © 2009, Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)

Mardi Gras 2011

Downtown Covington on Fat Tuesday.
Me in my Big Ol' Hair & my Gypsy, Kate.

Smothering Lapses

Breaking down, an
easy, sincere breath.

Heavy, heavier, &
heaviest rains
on this roof, seen
out through a thin
screen, past altar.

Even a moth has
fled my panels.

Upon swollen
eyes, in bloated
belly, as limbs
weaken, I refuse
to cave altogether.

I am in a tutorage,
lessons laid out,
spread across an
occupied table.

Children hide under
neath, adults go blind.

03.04.11

(Art © 2008, Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)

So Bright

So Bright

Everyday you have left
here or there, off
to work or wherever,
dangling life before
hunger of death.

I have done the same
when I departed our
property.

So why should I
worry about tomorrow
when today is still
so bright?

03/04/11, 8:30 PM after meditating,
during thunder, lightning & rains

(Art & Poetry © 2008 by j. m. Scoville)