COMMONALITY

HOMELAND
With my home securely locked away inside of me

I tread softly from room to room

just to see the places that have been a part of me.

It’s a world of history

this house o’ mine,

some rooms filled with dark inescapable hate

others filled with light blossoming divine.

Opening one door I am awash in

a breeze of air so fresh and fine

after pacing for years unframed within

a suite of rooms, terrible, inescapable time.

Never understanding the impact of the then

until I come to the now being able to look back

to that when and see how the days and nights

had turned me all around, up and, about.

It is more than a grand living space

this home a moment open and hour closed;

it is a living place this heart o’ mine,

the only homeland I’ve ever known.

© M Durfee

4/15/2014

THE ONGOING EFFECTS OF THE NEVER ENDING CRISIS

RECIDIVISM TO MENTAL INSTABILITY

Floating in the swirling din of noiseless confusion

time falls away to nothing more than an argument

between when and how and why not.

Hopelessly lost without goal or destination

I simply skim over the night that never ends

because of the screaming telling me of the evil

I am become and the questioning that never ends

as the sand filled hose rises and falls calling for my blood.

Occasionally someone will ring me and ask where am,

Am I what I was, have I died or am I simply

living the easy life of ignorance to all I once loved.

I have no answer, as I speak the usual acceptable lie;

“I’m alright.”

None want the truth,

even if there was assistance that could be offered

everyone knows that when a ship is sinking

it’s every man for themselves.

I have never lived on a slowly sinking scow until now

and too tired to bail I lay across the bow and wait.

I float in the muddled mind befallen me.

Being surrounded in sadness and contention,

It is no way to live nor anyway to die,

but soon enough the rising water will take me

then, upon it I will float until I can float no more

I will simply gratefully sink and fade from the light of day,

again.

© 4/4/14

M Durfee


42 years ago, at age 17, I enlisted into the USN--those were much happier days then.

A SIMPLE TELLING OF A SIMPLE TALE

CONSTRUCTION FINISHED
At the start the land was dusty, dry, void, a simple foundation not quite finished. Soon trucks of brick, wood and mortar arrived, He built his house. He landscaped it, with comedy, irreverence, and a few recipes. Hands on hips, dusk illuminating him, he takes one look back and thinks, “Yea G, time to go.”

© M Durfee

3.28.2014

Linked to Mr. Know it all and his final day of hosting the 55 word prose Friday. A day often missed but rarely forgotten about by TWM. Be Well, G, face harmony as your destiny. Peace.

mark



CALL IT SMART ASS LOVE

MR. KNOW IT ALL WILL YOU MARRY ME?

I little older, a lot less world weary, never afraid to try a new thing, cooks food fit for a king and is good at everything from telling a tale to refusing to fail. On my life he was a little younger, a bit less hairy I would not hesitate to make him my wife.

© M Durfee

3.28.2014