The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in the bough far above the ground. The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze. While I think of my life and how fresh I am. I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my chin, and those fluffy clouds, move … Continue reading My Limb
Author: ramblingsfromanunpavedmind
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.
Tears of Life
Tears of a young one, fed from fear and hunger, missing the support of Mother. A cry that calls for help in life.Tears of an old one, fed from a life of mistakes fueled from pride, supported by few. Tears of desperation, hoping someone listens to the final beats, as the night closes heavy.All tears … Continue reading Tears of Life
Jealousy
Uncle Vinson was staring off at the setting sun, watching slow moving clouds run their shadows over the green and brown hillside. He was pulling on his pipe, with a bit of smoke and smell spreading outward. I knew if I got too close my eyes would water.I also knew full well, he did not … Continue reading Jealousy
A Dream
I dream today of the world I want to sleep in. One filled with soft sheets, and warm music, and wonderful smells coming from the kitchen enticing me to roll out of bed to see mother and mayhap, grannie. Mother likes to bake biscuits, while Grannie likes to put sugar or honey on top.I like … Continue reading A Dream
Afterlife
And, a mother fought to birth you, lost in her moment of life and death. She struggled to feed you, in your moments of helplessness. And, she wanted to teach you, as your self fought against her. And, she wanted to be proud of you, as your arrogance said, "I make my own way." And, … Continue reading Afterlife
Lost
Lost. In the Dark. Fueled with fear and doubt. A hand reaches out for me. Holds my desperation in contradicted fingers, cradles my loss, accepts my head and shoulder. Never judges, rejects or criticizes. I am cared for. I have been warmed. I feel accepted. Not alone.
Choosing Sides
All the neighborhood gang stood around in the dirt choosing sides, while the summer sun eased our pores open and sweat rivered down our necks. Passing clouds were lazy as the wind was slow, and the insects were present and loud. A few ball bats lay on the ground, while the one baseball was in … Continue reading Choosing Sides
The Mortar in My Wall
Thrice I have "died", twice to "return"Each time with less, like wall missing mortar and brick. The brace still there, though not as true. The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less. Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run. We have the sand to wake … Continue reading The Mortar in My Wall
Spring
How many more for me? Warm, leisurely fingers drape across the day, moving the buds in the trees and seeds of the earth to come to, move and grow, while colors burst anew, as the shadows of the trees shorten then lengthen. The gray and brown of cold has been chased by wonderful greens and … Continue reading Spring
Heart-Shaped Memories
NEW HARDBACK IS NOW AVAILABLE: Heart Shaped Memories; flash fiction stories of vital memories written about real people most of us would never pay attention to. https://tinyurl.com/yymbkwzw Sample: Rattling the Windows of Life Old man Applegate was about to go off again, destined to scare most of my patients. Even those heavily sedated sometimes were … Continue reading Heart-Shaped Memories
