Enter Night

When I rolled into oblivion it was like falling in a bone carriage,

Charging quickly down the grey road,

Or inky black like a quill tip settled into the realm of eternal night.

Oh, how I long for the wide range, the echoing red canyon,

The deep frothy rapids at its base,

The wet smell of lilac in spring,

The sound of whipping winter winds in the warm pine groves,

The hush of the air across white capped mountains.

The deep red spills across the mountains,

In the sky to the east, blue becomes a sea of dark,

A carriage takes me far, far into a night without moon or stars,

I bang against the door,

Watching the sun set behind me.

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The Secret Love of Zeb Goodman

Zeb Goodman gets his son to write a poem
to a woman who he secretly loves

Your love is like the water

That fills my shoes on a rainy day,

With a squish, squish, squish,

Your love is like a friend I would

Share my last cookie with,

Though I'd take most of the frosting,

Your love is like a crying sister

Whose face I don't squeeze

Even though I want to,

Your love is like a dad

Who buys me ice cream

after a bad day.

A Winnowing Sea of Green

A Hawk of brown and snowy white

Chased its shadow over the thick

Rolling hill,

That cast deep frowning shadows,

On a thick,

Dark,

Sea of Green.

Dry, swirling, smoky paths

Embraced hill

After smoking hill

And off in the distance

The bright shining sea

Sparkled like an endless jewel

Embracing the sky just upon

the horizon.

On The Bivouac

Resting quietly by the sea shore Templeton reviewed his journal.

"Why don't you put that thing away and give us a tune." Honry said. Templeton felt the heat of the glowing stick that few past his ear. This was followed up by men's laughter.

" I'm afraid I don't work that way." Templeton said rubbing his ear.

Honry walked across to him in three giant steps and stood over him. "Too good for the rest of us blokes huh? Well out in the Bivouac there isn't any higher-ups other than the Sergent and he's a busy man. I suggest you make real good with the blokes over there." He said nodding to the other men across the fire.
" You may be depending on them one day soon and nobody likes someone whose stuck up."

"I'll be over momentarily, Templeton said. Scratching away with his quill.
Honry kicked Templeton's ink bottle on his paper. There was the sound of more laughter.

Templeton pulled back quickly bowing the paper to keep it from spilling onto his blanket.

"Enough Honry, he isn't interested." The Sergent said. If you have that much time on your hands you can see to watering the horses. Honry paused over Templeton.

"Go on." Honry smiled cruelly looking at Templeton. "Your saved this time Ami." Reaching out he pinched Templeton who clenched his teeth. Honry released him and sauntered off.

Templeton rubbed his arm and looked at the men around the fire. " Hey Ami, you play cards?" One of them asked. He was an older fellow with a scar across his left cheek that made it sag sadly on his face.
Templeton continued to rub his arm, it still smarted. He lifted his arm and looked on a reddening bruise . He rolled his sleeve down.

"I've been known to play around or two."

A new leaf.

After reading a blog by Mike Duran about becoming self absorbed in one's own work, I realized that I was guilty. I have been concerned with my own blog and not really considered other peoples blogs on the blogging chain I have been a part of for almost a year now. So I'm endeavoring to share more than just my prose on this site from here on.
I will share some some ideas on things I read and try and get some feedback from some of you. I'll still post prose but I will also try and add some things going on in my life as well or a book review or something in hope that maybe some of you could share some of your ideas; or at least get the word out there of some other peoples works that I have enjoyed and that perhaps you might enjoy too.

Mindwave sat on the bunk of his dark cell quietly. Inside he smiled. He rubbed the back of his newly trimmed hair and over his clean shaven face. The smell of aftershave burned his nose, how long had it been since he used it? " Pretty good." He thought looking down at his blue jumper. The face of his enemy entered his mind. Captain Liberty. He could see the smug look on Liberty's face. Mindwave smiled to himself at all the times he had thought of killing Liberty. What a waste.

He wouldn't kill Liberty, he'd ruin him. He'd take away everything Liberty had ever loved. He'd make Liberty desperate. Desperate people did stupid things. In the end he would let Liberty unravel his own life. Mindwave leaned against the wall and lifted his butt up and pulled his release papers out from under his bed.

He glanced at them and the letter that came along with it.Not long now. He put his hands behind his head and smiled.