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Bastard Lovechild of Rock n Roll
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The gritty rotor grinds against the old wooden floor,
sanding away a layer of history witnessed...
a slice of someone else's life,
captured and released into the November breeze outside my door,
a tangy pine dust cloud tossed heavenward.
Particulate bits of events and conversations,
weary trips across the worn floor to the first cup of coffee
and the window's view of the dawning day,
cheerful breakfast expectations, a child's wheeled toy race,
and life's bittersweet travels in time's one-way journey
to graduation day, a wedding, a loved one's wake.
The worn planks and thin, dark varnish bore testament
to life that passed across it's plane and, now,
refurbished,
bright with new complexion of honeyed, smooth finish
it awaits its wooden incarnation.

pine pitch and needles


a gypsy beyond the veil of a cave
beckons me
sit silent
wade breast deep into the moon’s reflection
Iay jewels upon this mat of woven grass
heart shaped diamonds with the sparkle of a lightning flash
you know
you already have all of the answers
now
what is it that you want from me
deafened by the crash of cymbals from a darkened watchtower
I shudder as fire rains down the mountain’s stone face
drenched to the bone
without shelter
words comfort me like a storm
this looks like the place
beneath a pinhole sky
a nest of pine pitch and needles

a poem by free

This weekend, in addition to the usual flurry going on around here, we are "sanding" the underlying wooden plank floor in the kitchen and making it pretty for Thanksgiving. It's been hiding under linoleum tiling and we've decided we can't POSSIBLY have enough on our plate this weekend....what with bringing a new cat on board with the other two indoor cats, gaining a new pooch I haven't even met and who (I'm SURE) the cats are going to LOVE, winterizing the camper (it's just SO hard to admit that camping is over for the year), replacing the mailbox that some large piece of passing farm equipment took out (combine, 1. mailbox, 0. Final score.)and doing the rest of the pre-Thanksgiving stuff that has escaped my attention till now. Yep, nothing like a little remodeling to put the polish on your weekend! But it WILL be PRETTY....it WILL be PRETTY....it WILL be PRETTY....this is my new mantra and I'm gonna chant it until all the sawdust particulate has been expelled by my sinuses and my knees stop hurting. (And I look FABULOUS in protective eyewear. Did I mention my goggles?)
Do we know how to have fun, or what?