Mohawk River Ghazal

I would like this life of endless
Greyhound time schedules to cease.

What self-inflicted alien abduction
tore me from the valley of my birth,

leaving me to wander empty streets,
each the branch of a coppiced maze?

I grow weary of quotidian fastfood buffets
downed with the aid of espresso baristas.

My legs have lost the muscle-memory
that strode the river cliffs with no regard.

Time to end the sleepwalk of forty years;
rejoin the forward guard of Iroquois.







Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2010-02-03 at 20:11

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
off you go!
some people deserve adventures
if you go i do expect you to write...

ai!
our mid lives haunt us...
2010-02-06


Achernar
A very finely penned poem... it made me smile broadly!!
2010-02-03