The Lone Deserter

The lone deserter travels on, through tapestry of green, paying no attention to the land he’s never seen.

Passion pocketed for later use, the milestones tucked away, with treasures from another life he once felt sure would stay.

Trying for clear passage, his back now all that shows, struggling to seek distance, from lovers, friends and foe.

We watch him trip and stumble, yet he holds his head erect, while trying to deny and mask the sadness we detect.

The ocean tide once friendly, the setting sky so gray, he separates his vision of the past now gone astray.

His shadow barely showing, horizon on attack, reminding us as we watch him go, of the power that we lack.

When will we get him back?

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by CD-W

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RAW Journal Kernels -Am I still here?

I haven’t done one of these in a while and I’m overdue. This one makes me laugh. (Andy is my brother-in-law)

In case you are new to these: Skimming through these old treasures, I had this thought: “What if I shared kernels, bits of my past from numerous journal entries?” All kernels are raw, unedited and scanned into this blog. 

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Calm for the Soul

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Me in the 1970’s. I think I was 16. I still have this guitar!

Music ‘tis the calm for the soul

its lingering presence of tone

So sweet the sound, to which I’m bound

Doth keep me from being alone.

 

Refrain! I beg the timbered tone

Do not renounce these ears!

For with it not, the peace once sought

Is severed when once sincere. 

-CDW