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Author: What Words May Come
Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;
GRANDSON…
Congratulations to my daughter, son in law and granddaughter for the newest member to their family… WAYLON EDWARD… Born at 8:51 a.m., 20.5 inches and 8lbs 4oz. Happy Papa and Cici!!!!
A HEAVENLY TUNE… a poem
I sing into the wind
I hope it carries my happy tune
Sailing through the atmosphere
Up and around the moon
Dancing upon the eather
Picking up speed among the stars
Winking as the words set sail
Coercing a smile from Mars
Far out into the Milky Way
Where celestial music blends
Angels take up the chorus
And now my journey has found its end
ALONE… a poem
Sometimes, when the pain is too deep
I drift away in sorrow
Though minor in reality
My mind registers a cataclysmic event
While the silence engulfs me
My heart suffocates alone
Where is my knight in shining armor
Where has my guardian angel flown
FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA… a poem of childhood (My hometown!)
Crystal, clear bright waters
Remind me of my childhood.
Red cliffs of clay
Daunting, but scalable.
Long hanging wild scuppernong vines
God made for boys to swing out over a sandy, gully floor.
Catching crawfish hiding beneath the weeds and mud
Within a cold stream.
Moonlit nights on Mobile Bay
Chasing fireflies in the park.
Frisbee’s tossed to and fro
By boys with shoulder length hair.
Hobie Cat sailboats line the shore
While mothers splash with toddlers in the gentle waves.
Riding our banana bikes to grandma’s
Because mom and dad were there for gumbo.
Picking every vegetable imaginable
From grandpa’s garden.
Digging worms beneath the compost pile
To use for fishing the next day.
Yes, life was much simpler
When I was a young man growing up in Fairhope, Alabama.
NO WAY OUT… a dark poem
Canvas towers of black paint the horizon
There is no way out
There is no way out
Turrets of stone in windswept hues
There is no way out
There is no way out
A blanket of stars, black as pitch
There is no way out
There is no way out
Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever
There is no way out
There is no way out
STARS… a song
She was walking down the sidewalk
Under big ole city lights
The dream of dreams she always had
Most every single night
And, momma tried to warn her
Of the wolves that run that town
Then… One casting couch later
And her dreams came tumbling down
—–
(Chorus)
She sent her wishes to the stars
And prayed some prayers for her success
She didn’t get too far, because
This life is such a mess
And if she’d known back then, the things,
She surely does know now
That stars and prayers and wishes
Don’t always make a happy sound
—–
That same boy comes in the diner
Almost every single day
He doesn’t order much
And he has even less to say
But soon the furtive glances
Turn into a rendezvous
She never thought her loneliness
Could become a me and you…
—–
(Repeat chorus)
She sent her wishes to the stars
And prayed some prayers for her success
Now she’s come so far, because
This life she has is blessed
And if she’d known back then, the things,
She surely does know now
That stars and prayers and wishes
In a child’s a happy sound
Yeah, stars and prayers and wishes
In a child’s a happy sound
OTHERWORLDLY… a painting
When I painted this I had no idea what was hiding behind my innocent brush strokes. If you look at this from an increasing distance you will understand. This was not intentional, but it is very cool! Kev
WHO WILL CARRY THE LIGHT… a Christian poem
When the wind stops blowing
And darkness fills the air
Who will carry the light
When your heart is broken
And your way is lost
Who will carry the light
***
When your anchor loses purchase
And your mooring is gone
Who will carry the light
***
When your father has passed
And your mother is estranged
Who will carry the light
***
When you drop to your knees
And you pray straight from your heart
Jesus will carry the light
BEREFT… micro story
His chest felt like it was sinking, untethered to anything, so too did his broken heart. Tears flowed in unfettered streams down his cheeks wetting his shirt. Sunlight glistened like tendrils of silver flecks within each drop. As for his heart… It was bereft of the only love it ever knew.
