I have a pocket of tied threads, gathered colors from shirts, parts of old coats, hats, the cuffs of pant legs scrapping roads, the front of hats like cross hairs pointing my head to someplace and from gloves that don’t match, pieces of reminders to count and remember the place they were freed, now protected
WALK AWAY an audible moan of muted thunder crosses over the surface of this unknown road stirring the air and dust from fence posts and porches barbwire sky flashes send jagged pitch forks into the caldron of disturbed weather a warning to take the other side of this unknown road and walk away
this road that road it’s the forgot of what there was to forget a place a room, shallow, deep, a pillow of dreams the opening of seasons living in the river of today, reflecting away the ordinary fighting against “instead” without slipping into madness where broken wings turn to rags, but … More HEALING WOUNDS
all roads lead from me, long spaces for nights blessings and mornings light as new beginnings stir the senses into full blossomed roads, where no choice is wrong, full of miles, waysides and memories
a life in parenthesis brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER
the whereabouts of being unknown on a traveled road with curves and long straights walking a town, suspicious eyes whispers and turns brother can you spare, where the diner is? a meal like others, garnished with haste to the road outside that knows my name we are friends
the story within a song a passing face the sound of your name a closing door morning rain first falling leaves last summer day the other glove soft side of a hand a spring wreath an old letter favorite shoes the chance for again the sun absorbing rain the cat that came back a road … More PIECES
black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor
Be the road long and unending with steps repeating like a drum releasing a beat while stepping through a curtain of promises to the other side where removing and separating is no longer blurred like underwater images we try to forget surfacing a little less broken
I’m on my own line there’s no sideways just the only road I know a nameless opening to slip through the green grass on the other side is well past and without flavor to remember and faces forgotten night rest now comes easy
Roger Singer 