Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The Geography of Positive Regard [Notebook]




Beyond his door-step, is where he'd find whatever the world had to offer him. It wasn't time for fear, or the thrusting out of perspired palms.

In keeping with ideals, hard fought, his vision carried losses, only the strong-willed could see.

On his walks, the inclement land renewed itself,
and the old trees sheltered him.
Many years of schoolyard antics
buzzed his awareness,
turning insects into object lessons,
along brooks and rivers,--

the leaf fall, was reward and punishment--
while the hammer's swing, echoed the promise of home.

"Don't touch that it'll burn your hand!,"
was the first indication someone would save him.
The healing would come in teaspoons,
shared sugar bowls, and moderate drinking.
He'd never take his friends for granted. The long-haul, beyond his door

whispered
words

all too big
to hold.

When giving it all, regardless of rain, the smallness of towns expand,
the minor keys
become swallowed by fate;

and, the childhood he remembers,
arrives illuminated:

a constant

and consistent

sunlight,

unseen.

`x~William~copyright: 04/02/09.





3 comments:

Erin Davis said...

"turning insects into object lessons" is my favorite line. I really like this. I am going to save it and read it over a few more times. Thanks for sharing it.

William H. Balzac said...

Erin~~Thank you, so much. I wanted to play a little bit w/one word lines [inspired, somewhat by the "twin poets," Matthew & Michael Dickman.]

I admire your writing so much.
Onward! :)

hadassah said...

"Don't touch that it'll burn your hand!,"
was the first indication someone would save him.
The healing would come in teaspoons,
shared sugar bowls, and moderate drinking.
He'd never take his friends for granted. The long-haul, beyond his door

- I love love love this part.
your write beautifully.
I felt my heart skip a beat