searching for alluring roads

paved with broken certitude

sweat of another man’s toil

so that a map could be lent

to all of life’s followers, who

was this pioneer that dared

to brave wild new territory

clear out overgrown doubt

pave the path of aspiration

liberating another frontier

future progeny dare follow

was he a simple man like me

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Jingle let me know that there is a Monthly Poetry Contest going on over at David L Harrison’s Blog. You are given a one word prompt and submit through the comment section. I submitted this for the February prompt, Road. Hopefully I will see many of you over there – Have a terrific weekend!

we think we live
in an economy of time
but we live
in an economy of moments

odd system
no bartering
no trade

how spent
earning luxury
etching fame
easing pain
embracing others

lifetimes of moments
in short time
squander them
hanging on tomorrows
reliving yesterdays
or relish today

regardless of time
only moments
in the end

can’t sleep

hand keeps writing in the dark

words spilling from paper to floor

dreaming with eyes open

wrist cramped

when tired comes

sleep will park as on a baby

visited by a feathered muse

with star dust sprinkled wings

i agree with him
maybe this is best
fast, like a band-aid
but i see sad eyes
oh to cradle, rock
kiss soft red hair
promise happiness
wrap him up tight
but it is her arms
he is missing
not mine

a sensory explosion
happens in my nose
(ivan disagrees,
salivary gland)
making mouth water
at the slightest turn
(he thinks a bell
might work too)
first it was curious
now uninvited
how do i explain
(psychic secretion?)
the tart of a lemon
a table away
as i watch eyes
widen with curiosity
(nobel prize already won)
a sneeze and request
to move it further
i think it is a condition
not a reflex

song rolled forth like thunder
grins flashed lightning strikes
air guitar hitting every chord
strumming to the frantic beat
before taking a rock star leap
to crowdless sea of laughter
caught both as sweet refrain
tossing to ottoman for encore
followed by bedtime farewells

blessed the sun
at every angle
even when hid
behind cloud
shining on water
varied shores
warming faces
of the unknown
reminding me
that we share
heat and pulse
in varied beats
creating space
offer heart as
empty vessel
making others
our souvenir

dragon quest moves
along these streets
cloaked gray mist
to a marble bar

where flower can bloom
beneath boiling water
ailments healed by
chrysanthemum

words drift to open ear
anxious discovery
of the veiled lair
passage home

flying in
over open sea
water
falling from sky
drifting out
infinite scape
spilling from spirit
no sense of time
just circumstance
moisture
on desert scape
tear to cheek

box me up like cracker jacks
popped, exposed, lightly coated
with a sweetness that lingers
sprinkle me with nuttiness
then dig around awhile
you might just find a prize
something endearing
worth keeping in your pocket
taking along on adventures
maybe we could be a
double pack