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2 in 1 Haiku

enigmatic surge

ignites when sound is fallen

into winds hollow


where silence mixes

with prickley goosebump tremors

left alone in awe

-dld december 8, 2010-


The Day The Music Died

We drove in silence,
as we always did
when we were going to a place we hadn’t been before.

Those other times when we arrived at where our faces were known,
we would take turns picking from the selection on the MP3
rejoicing our voices
in two-part harmony, at times missing the mark,
then breaking down in laughter and the ensuing conversation about who messed-up first.

Today was different.

It was not a silence between us,
it was the sound of the unfamiliar that resonated.
Sure, we’d gone on long road trips before, but
in all those other for-instances, we knew where we would end up,
we could pin-point it on a map, but
today was different, for we had no map,
we had no clue to where we would be spending
the night, beit a truck stop or roadside motel.

We didn’t need to pack very much,
we didn’t have a carload of the usual stuff,
only a photo-album and our birth-certificates.
Just those keepsakes that made us Feel.

But I don’t know what good it would do,
except proving we were were married and we had been born.
I don’t know what good it was at all,
since we were driving further away
from where the tsunami was expected to reach when it hit the mainland.

Today was different, alright,
because we both knew that the seas would keep driving
further than the gasoline would take us in the car.

And those birth certificates…
they were to become our death papers,
if there were anyone left to read them.

-dld October 26, 2010
Tuesday – We drove in silence.

The Story of Elijah

Gus was starting to feel the strain of telling his daughter a new story every night, but being the dilligent father, he began one night by telling this true account of someone his mother told him of. He began the story about a man who was becoming discouraged about the choices laying before him.

Becoming an irreverent counselor, wasn’t what he had in mind when Elijah began to fill out the forms at the University. The more he sought information about the types of Counselor he wished to become, the more he found that he wasn’t finding exactly what he wanted as his career.

Instead, Elijah walked downtown to see the “Magic-8-Ball”, his term for the local gypsy fortune-teller, Rosie. With his intoxicating eyes, Rosie immediately took him to the back room where she chanted as she sprinkled sage, “to adorn the soul”, she said, and when she was finished parading swirls that her long skirt made, she sat down, plumb right in front of him.

The room was screaming with silence as her eyes rolled and danced feverishly. Elijah remained unmoved, almost entranced as one is scorn by the energies of womanhood unleashed. Suddenly… SOUND; a haunting drone whispered in jarbled phrases and whines. Elijah did not know if they came from Rosie or from himself… this made him a little uneasy, almost unnerved.

At this point during her reading, she slammed closed the book’s pages and Elijah’s heart jumped up to his throat. “I am done”, Rosie eeked from her now, laboured body. No sooner did Elijah belt out, “Done?” and began shaking his head, half in disbelief and half in full and complete understanding.

“You see, Sally”, stated Gus, ” the way this story ends, has nothing to do with Elijah, or finding his calling to counsel. No, it’s not that simple to explain.

Years later, Elijah recalled that day in vivid clarity, and as he tried to explain to his daughter about the events of that day when he was shown who he really is, “and who you are meant to be” it struck Liya. She is next from a long line of truth seekers destined to donne the righteous robe and sit in that back room downtown at 48 Main Steet

Gus, then told Sally to finish her glass of milk, as it way way past her bedtime.

~dld october 7th, 2010


T10 – a glass of milk
for october 7th


one sound

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