Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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


Friday, April 4, 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.

Friday, March 28, 2014

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