Yo wutup, wutup? Enjoy.... the calendar by henry cedric mcinnis january, frozen puddles beneath the most fragile ice, showing others, breathe the frost, the ice cracks, holding, touches beneath a toast of idle light, throwing troubles, free from ghosts stained of spite, throwing troubles, redeemed by a host in the after life, febuary, a lingering sense still trailing from year before, singers ringing, wit and will failing, to cheer no more, dreamers bringing grit filled wailings of its in store, in the end, its ending with the mailings we adore, in the end, unending with the failings of what more?, march, something bout the wind again, the briskness to it all, comes spring, doubt will end again with wishes due to fall, sun wins out, not as in the beginning, the wind loses all, drumming out the chills, resending with a kiss, beautiful drumming out, still lending witness to that which we knew before, april, the trees, leaves, rocks, and gravel lots, all shower clean, receive the peace, flocks in and travel not, tall towers gleam, the sea breeze softens in idle spots, small flowers sheen, the reprieve, often inspires the empty nest, the birds, the bees, the reprieve, calms the mind to simply rest, the worms, the seeds, may, much like its sister which comes before, she is fertile ground, such ripeness intermixes some lesser breezes where turtles abound, lush brightness under which, sun blessed, we whirl and circle around, touch life, and wonder if some left seeds serve and stir the ground, touch life, the thunder is come, wet weeds swirling all around, june, wind, rain, both bow to the brave sun, center stage goes higher, again it reigns, shows how to have fun, any age, the soul is lighter, simplest of things glow now, that begun with aches, moans quieter, it mends the pain, rows out to the sun, at any rate, shone brighter, it mends the pain, old now but to some its embrace grows survivors, july, ocean temperature reaches satisfaction inviting us humans back home, glowing, unhindered beaches entice us to piling sand dunes and white foam, knowing winter increases the light in us, exciting new lands, light roams, motion, simple energy, frees the mind within us, nights true as nice poems, motion, simple energy, heats the life within us, heights, blue as wide oceans, august, sultry, sweltering away in shadows beneath still, leafy trees, fall asleep, weathering days in showers, steeped still, seek brief relief gathering days with many hours beat until we be at ease, all heat, whether in a place or out in the street, peaks then cease, all heat, whether with a trace or without, retreats each degree, eventually, september, a welcomed freshness in the air, a return to a cool morning mist, blessed in essence, a gentle despair, a yearn to be reborn, a kiss that lets us rest and then repairs the earthen who be torn amiss, it accepts whats left, prepares for submergence to thorns and bliss, it accepts whats next, weeds offer utterance, warn of whats gone and missed, october, the last to be harvested, the full hunters moon, on comes a brave sleep, it has to be marveled at, the beautiful under view of the sun laying deep, at last, newly carved, it sets with a hue rich, full, truly done making heat, the tasks to be started get met with a humorous, dutifully won, aching defeat, the tasks, to be sorted, mix match til few of us do them fully, some waiting to repeat november, still colder now, evergreens in every scene, earth begins to harden, feel closer now, every being, every thing, bear reasons to harken, wills hold ya now, the very meaning, merry, sing, share seasons departed, give over vows of never be ending, tarrying there, believing, deep hearted, give over vows by better pretending, burying fears of the leaving, the parted, december, winters pre-freeze, come half full or half empty?, is it the light or is it just the chatter?, if theres to be one last look, adore held memories, revisit the life, descending from laughter, even when theres truly some asterisks we wore well, senses lit, sights blend in what matters, with a year newly done, less we forget the moral, then this be it, nightlife ending the chapter, with a year newly done, as we forfeit the war of innocence, tried.... alive.... begin the after....
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 06:38:07 +0000