Friday, September 5, 2008

Smaller Places -- Edit

I seek the smaller places,
The older ways,
The quiet whispers.
I seek the narrow streets,
The crooked fences,
and garden weeds.

A world of rusty tires,
Unclasped hands
And downcast eyes.
To walk the empty roads,
The chipped sidewalks
And pale skies.

I seek the older heartaches
With familiar pain
And closed-up wounds.
I seek the smaller places,
The unbound hearts --
The open rooms.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

She lived the Wilderness --
it flourished inside of her,
a tactical advantage
to those that broached her heart.
Her lips were a riddle
of winding rivers
and broken streams,
her eyes were a north star
hid by cloud cover
and moon beams.
She tempted young adventurers
To test their merrits
and their youth.
And one by one they failed,
Found naught the New World
But broken truth.
She lived and died in the wilderness,
Lost and hiding,
Her secrets unfound.
Her treasures went undiscovered,
Her land grown old,
The wilderness unbound.

I have no idea how to finish this poem, ugh....