Monthly Archives: January 2013

Unsaid

It’s words you don’t say

Which speak the loudest

Silences that fill in blanks

Between a greeting and goodbye

It’s the journey never taken

Of hollow hopes and formless dreams

As I scrapbook empty pages

That holds memories never made

And the choir is all gathered

But there is no song to sing

Just a chorus of heavy sighs

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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Early Blossoms

You dreamt me awake

I didn’t bother to dream

But I was bothered

Not dreaming

Looking for the first blossom

Worried about frost

A change in the weather

Dreaming

Awash in blossoms

Not bothered at all

No longer dreaming

Watching blossoms

Delicately

Later, I’ll dream

Of you

 

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

 

 

 

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Furrows

It’s a short view today into rolling gray

Distant peaks lost as a lonely minute

Cloudswathed

 

As I turn I spot the first invertebrates of the year

Harmless gnats hovering in my wake

A portent of an early spring

Perhaps

Or one of nature’s sacrificial forays

Playing the odds at a myriad of tables

 

Dogs have carved furrows into the moss

Tearing at my heartstrings in the process

I think how rare is this remnant meadow

A singular vestige of defining landscape

Marooned on this oaken hilltop

Surrounded by the ignorant

Who have only known cultivated playgrounds

And manicured lawns

 

Later, the fog will lift

Clarity will return

If only outside

 

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

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Aquarium

I had an aquarium full of tropical fish

Window on a slice of water

Filled with darting swimmers

After a long day’s work I’d watch them feed

My thoughts settled along with the flakes

Those that made it to the bottom

Some of my thoughts didn’t settle either

They got swallowed by circumstance or accident

But as the fish swam and fed

I let the memories of the day reverberate

Echoes drifting like clown loaches

Or dramatic as angel fish gliding

Aquatic plants swayed in the bubble current

As my bubble thoughts slowly popped

The day dissolved into familiarity

A slice of life observed

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

 

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Diet

As my life unraveled I reached a point where all I could say was

Fuck it, I’ll have another cookie

I self-medicated with comfort food

In the lonely evenings I fed my longing with empty calories

But even though they were empty they weren’t benign

My gut started just below my chin and curved south

Like I’d swallowed a roll-top desk

I would get winded lacing up my shoes

The ring I no longer wore wouldn’t have fit anyway

I travelled the trail from stout to fat

Saw a signpost pointing to morbidly obese straight ahead

So I decided to pull a u-turn

At first it was like those supertankers

Taking half an ocean to turn around

As I cut out sugars and fats and switched licorice and sweets

For celery sticks and carrots

Each inch cinched tighter was a struggle not a cinch

I stopped channel surfing past Doctor Oz and paused to watch

Started subtracting familiar foods

Until my burgers were only lettuce and tomato

I slipped into rawness with the stealth of a paleo hunter

Now I buy new jeans every month or so

Smaller and smaller

The roll-top desk is gone

I barely break a sweat on the home gym

Which is comforting in the extreme of this extreme

I have become immune to commercials

I drive past fast food joints barely registering their existence

Hunger pangs are familiar friends I hang with

No longer feared but embraced

I smile into mirrors at the thinner inner me

Who was always there before but badly camouflaged

Now I knit new cloth

From the unraveled tapestry pooled on the floor

And barely remember the taste of cookies

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

 

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Dirge

I would rather write lyric verses in praise of beauty

Describing the wonders of forest glades or sunsets

But I can’t

I’d prefer to get lost in love and play with cosmic metaphors

But I’m not

I’d like to write erotica about inclined curves and heated passions

Or find the meaning of life in a raindrop

But I can’t

I’m blocked by blockhead politics and hate

Intrusions of evil that turn gardens into killing fields

That never go fallow with rest and disuse

And the only renewable that gets attention is fear

So I won’t praise beauty today

Or dally in love’s embrace

Instead I mourn the clearcut memories of paradise

Celebrate the blackened lungs of wageslave toilers

Bemoan the fate of children locked in foul factories

Feeding a frenzy for the cheapest disposables

Wail my ululations for the funerals of slaughtered innocents

So while I’d rather write lyric verses

Today I can’t

Today I weep

And curse the evil that has blackened the once clear sky

Perverted by profit and plunder and imagined power

I mourn the battered face and broken bones of Mother Nature

Beaten down by man’s dominion

So today the only song I sing is a dirge

At this ubiquitous funeral

That never seems to end

 

David Trudel    © 2013

 

 

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