Posts tagged ‘Sentiment’

October 7, 2017

saturday morning with my grandpa (how i became me)

saturday mornings could smell
like burnt eggs
and old cigars stamped out years ago,
bacon grease splatting, hiss,
dogs wet fur from the rain coming down,
a damp dusty basement clouded,
unbrushed teeth speaking true words
to loved ones about what will be done
what we might get to,
grandma and grandpa and dad and cats in La Crescent
sitting in a wallpapered kitchen, rented out now,
pantry full, cooking bean soup on the stove,
waiting for NASCAR on sunday, those tomorrows,
and god, or the lord or heavens knows, who cares?
got to get better at it, all of it,
that smell reminds me of nothing now
and the dead and chopping wood in the forest,
and how he would show up with donuts
and his dog, in leather boots, early,
before most “hard workers” today even think about
getting up because he drove semi trucks
to where i live now, just south of us,
until in his mid-seventies,
when he first met me, 70 times my age,
and i can still smell that stuff upstairs.

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May 7, 2014

End of the Semester

Last of these few days together
There was no breakfast made
Non-existent intent, in good weather
We were making this class in so many ways

Gathered- some, walking in, I sat
Gathered- now, thoughts, just exist

Relax, no time to witness or waste
Intact presently;
Though,
Fleeting
Sentiment
Of haste—

Grades that won’t really matter in the end
That of experience made in debt we lend

Month-to-month climbing up that ladder
Procrastinated moments, shared in a scatter

It will not happen like this again
It will not be the same my friend

Take it in without tears
Shed skin of early fears
In and amongst peers
Exasperated we cheer

To contemplate is too late
Thinking is a past-moment’s luxury
To know the feeling to date
Can’t explain what’s become of me

Showered, shaved, straddled steel bike frame, then came
Locked and walked up stairs everyday
Opened doors in the deep Winter
Even up until early May

Nothing lasts forever
Maybe these memories
Moments that we’ve changed
Until they at once fade away

Gathered dust
Flight of feather
Come so far
Once together
Heavy hearted
Was all pleasure

Tethered to that time

I said I was here to make grades not friends
In the end I was wrong again

It was on that fast dying day that I knew.