The monster awaits.
Steely dark eyes mask each day,
Ignoring the truth
The Monster Awaits
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The Start of Summer
March, April, May and June,
The end to which could not come to soon.
School is out and the summer is here,
I can get back to hiking without any fear.
I haven’t been blogging, and that is a shame,
The work piled up and I have no one to blame.
But now that it’s over and there is time to be had,
The blogging resumes and for this I am glad.
So as you now read this, please forget the bad rhymes,
The summer is here hopefully full of good times!
Please join me as I get back on the trail,
Blogging my hikes with pictures and tales….
Prophecy
A change in my mind
Veils lifted from my eyes
Prescient warning
Netflix-Thirteen Reasons Why
About two weeks ago Netflix came out with a series based on a book by Jay Asher entitled Thirteen Reasons Why. Disturbing on several levels, I watched the first season with a sense of sadness, always hoping that one character or another would be able to help Hannah, the young lady who has committed suicide. I usually try to read the book before I watch something, but after listening to my colleagues talk about the series, I decided to watch it first. This is truly an amazing series.
I don’t want to spend any time going into the entire story, I’ll leave that for you to do. I do, however, strongly recommend viewing this 13 episode series.
What I have done is written a poem from the lead characters point of view.
I breathe the air of despair, not knowing why.
In and out, every waking moment a trial, I am the accused.
The mask I see reflected back at me, filled with pain, not knowing why.
My life is a charade, why would they? How could they?
The pieces of the puzzle, spread out before me, a mystery, for how long?
Each piece a variation on a theme. How do they fit together? Will they fit together? Should they fit together?
I search for the truth, and as my truth unfolds, I am lost, now knowing why.
Days pass and I circle the hole, fighting not to be consumed, but I can’t hold on.
The puzzle refuses to come together. I am not whole and as unrequited love passes by, I cry, not knowing why.
Warm water cascades over me and as I slowly slide into nothing, why did she do it they will say.
Will they ever know why? Should they know why? I am tired of not knowing why.
Zen On The Trail
I look up the trail and what do I see,
A day full of promise I think you’ll agree.
I hope and I pray for clear lucid thought,
The sun and the stars are all that is sought.
As I walk down the path and my mind starts to wander,
I take a deep breath, my heart growing fonder.
Is it possible? Can it be true?
Should I walk this alone, did I think it all through?
A path of enlightenment, Zen promises abound,
The earth and rocks flutter, a vibe from the ground.
So each step that I take, dust scattering the trail,
No way will I stop, no way will I fail.
I can now see the end, a magnificent view,
My love of the trail, a love that is true.
My Inner Peace
Slivers of sun fall softly through the trees,
Warming your face and the trail with ease.
Walking the earth, the miles go by,
The wind whispers welcome from the blue sun kissed sky.
I walk and I walk, smelling the soft scent of pine,
Invading my spirit and caressing my mind.
As my thoughts start to wander, I don’t travel for speed,
My journey is nowhere, I just have the need.
So as I move on and my thoughts become clearer,
I’m closer to peace, my soul is a mirror.
Why Do I Love The Trail?
Why do I love the trail?
My feet falling upon the rocky earth, searching for the white hot blaze that leads to bliss.
I walk the wooded miles, up down all around, the stress washing off,
Each drop of sweat a needed dose of nothing. Asking for nothing, telling nothing. The silence of the wind as it washes over me.
Why do I love the trail?
The crunch, crunch, crunch of my boots, one step after the other, guiding me to serenity. Each narrow path, shrouded by oddly shaped green leaves, pine needles and a fine dust being kicked up as I weave in and out of tree roots, exposed by time and the seasons.
Why do I love the trail?
The smell of the woods, snow covered rocks and the cool streams running high after springs wrath. The rain falling through the trees, head raised, collecting each precious drop.
Why do I love the trail?
Because I can.
The Magic Of A Snowflake
Indulge in snowy madness with white crystals falling,
Head raised, hexoganal treats on the tongue,
Melting quickly, liquid memories fading,
Isolated and fantastic pleasure found in each flake,
The trail shows a vast wasteland of missed opportunities,
Each one not caught collects on the cold earth,
Desolate and not forgiving, forever lost in the blowing wind,
The memories gather in peace, with each fallen flake,
Consoling each other, as one.
The Nor’easter
Here in the northeast of the US we are about to get slammed by a Nor’easter this Tuesday and Wednesday. Here is a short piece of rhyming poetry to usher it in:
In a couple of days time a nor’easter will blow,
The weatherman is telling a tale of woe.
The wind will be whipping and a cold snow will be falling,
The cruel hand of Boreas soon will be calling.
And as much as I love the soft fluffy white,
Two feet of snow is more of a blight.
So as I sit and ponder the storm,
The coming of spring can’t be the norm,
But the new season will soon be here, that much is true,
A bright crisp green landscape and fresh air anew.
So look out your window and enjoy winters last breath,
As we move hand in hand celebrating its death.
Post #300
I’ve written and photographed to two ninety ninety nine,
I’m at the cusp of three hundred on this fun blog of mine.
As I hike and I walk and take pictures galore,
Do I have the stamina for three hundred more?
As long as I breathe and can take a long hike,
It’s my poems and my pictures I hope you’ll still like.
(I read this to my son and he said “You sound like a hippy Dr. Seuss.”)
The Zen Hiker 