If love were as moist soil
With flourishing plant life,
Growing tall and beautiful,
And if her lips were the dew
I awoke to each morning,
I’d be, In The Dust.
If her hair were a shower
Which covered my face,
Poetry
Country Train
The wooded hills and valleys stitched with ties and steel
Brought me special moments still deep within I feel.
The calling of the whistle that promised something grand
I’d run for half a mile to get a view and take a stand.
Sometimes in country silence when darkness was so deep,
Honesty of Time
The forest changes faces,
One leaf at a time,
Clearing the way
For an uncalculated, honest look.
Like shaving in my mirror,
No matter what’s behind my eyes alone, Continue reading
Quilted Earth
The first snowflakes glide
They accumulate on weathered brown leaves
Rigid crevices begin to Continue reading
The Day Came With Its Own Reason
The day came with its own reason,
Its own clouds and sparse rays of sunshine.
I watched it happen from the mountain top.
There were anticipations of where I’d be later,
But for now, it was all Continue reading
Better, So Earth Won’t Fall
The earth is burning and the river’s dry.
The clouds are there, but they won’t cry.
Not a drop of water falling down,
All shades of brown cover the ground.
Sorry says sun for burning mean. Continue reading
Poem, Dreams and Greens…
Decades have no sense of passing,
They blend like olive oil in salad dressing.
Some sinks and spends very little time,
Saturating into the leaves.
Flavors of life depend on who is tasting.
Life is much time spent breathing the aromas,
And contemplating its placement in the meal.
With the decades come love and memories,
Making new life out of happiness.
Making love and dreams out of being in love.
Searches that went nowhere,
Following maps with no destination.
We arrived here today,
Together, never really alone.
Taking decades, waiting without knowing,
When today would be,
Because it was always tomorrow till now.
Fresh greens and the new fragrance,
Of gently crushed peppercorns.
Spice and life blended to perfection.
© Rick Wyman
Friendship, A Poem
Friendship,
Truth and real feelings,
Where the handshake and hug blend together.
My life and our lives
Become more than silhouettes in separate shadows.
Dreams offer more to awaken to,
And feelings have sound with more than visions.
Who knows where to look for friendship.
It is not in places we have searched,
But comes to us from behind faces
And from within the looks that eyes return to our own.
Friendship, will not build its foundation on jealousy,
Nor will it compete to gain advantage over a friend.
Sharing and filling from the same spring.
Friends tip their glasses to lips
That speak of happiness for one another.
Rick Wyman©
Billy Goat for Music
Over the course of my youth I had a variety of pets, some cats and dogs which were all very meaningful to me. One pet in particular stands out as more memorable and unusual than the others. I had a Billy Goat. A rather large pet with an ornery disposition. Very often I would stand up petting the goat and before long, I’d be on the ground with Continue reading
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