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Faster Than My Feet is the first volume of the poetic diary DW Larrabee began in 2006. There are several more volumes to come, including Where Two Roads Meet; Choking Down a Scream; and I Hear the Silent Sound. Swinging moods and redundancies reverberate as expressed in various ways. David Larrabee was born in Peterborough, NH in 1953 and settled in Santa Monica, CA in 1984 where he continues pursuing his visual arts and adding to his “self-poetrait.”
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
28 September 2006
suddenly I'm stricken
to familiar depths I knew
struggling to find a link
eats days up without you
lists of to-do’s lengthen
in the times of blue
waiting for a bit of pink
to emerge in lieu
listless actions strengthen
the resolve to renew
a clear minute to think
of how to make it through
then vanished weeks awaken
my heart back to true
I can walk the teetered brink
for months, sometimes a few
29 September 2006
residual demons hide
behind a morning yawn
my eyes open wide
infecting the dawn
first-thing chores are tainted
a muddled coffee poured
memories of dreams are painted
as daytime thinking roared
separating fact from whim
the daily process starts
day-thoughts slowly seep in
while night-sights fall apart
8 October 2006
thoughts that roll around my head
ricochet, bounce and careen
I try to sort them out instead
they smash to smitherines
at least to slow them down a bit
could help me let them go
but as I try to disinherit
they just grow and grow
I guess I need to tolerate
their abundant presence
allow them to participate
in this life-sentence
19 October 2006
I ask the question
again and again
and don't believe
it's ever been
proved to me
in what I hear
preached by those
who call it fear
I sense that
answers do arrive
in quiet times
it comes alive
I still take heed
in bells that peal
but know the truth's
in what I feel
24 October 2006
waiting alone
at the side of the road
I can't move
this heavy load
I sit and wait
for one to be
kind enough
to carry me
every day
I cling to hope