Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Clearing

Shaded stand of trees silently watch sunlit clearing,
Dark and moody clouds drift quickly overhead,
Sudden downpour refreshes the stark beauty fed,
Sparkling rainbow signals a soulful cheering.

Peaceful ambitions of storied youth appear,
The clearing points a path to mountain stream,
Behind the tumbling water lies hidden trail,
Seldom used path opens a mystic valley veiled.

Virgin wilderness explodes upon the senses,
Overwhelming beauty touches the sky
Daydreams overflow its sultry cry,
Realization slaps low lying fog dense.

Robert Dodson
June 13, 2009

Friday, June 12, 2009

Courage Garnered

Words fight their way from the bowels of pained embrace,
While blank pupils watch out times’ window long lost face,
Starry stare looks but does not see the dazzling scene,
Laid simply a treasured breath sparkling pristine.

Remembered chores draw their toll paid long ago,
Tree lined avenue recalls a leisurely shaded passage
Grown vision reflects the greater hope held below,
Somber fruits light fabled history of gloried visage.

Integrity fuels dreams juggled to the forefront
Respect caps graceful heritage proudly sought,
Honor tops the morale many forever fought,
Courage garnered hovers a weight never burnt.

Robert Dodson
June 12, 2009

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Hope Continues

Liberty waves its voice deep upon the lazy sky,
Sailing the currents of topical fancy tomorrow,
Racing the wind freedom beckons all to cry,
Facing timeless sunlight releases no sorrow.

Independence calls day after day slanted eye,
Authority leads society toward uncertain view
Choice carries justice heavy as payment due,
Wronged, truth falls staring to a blank sky.

Today stands shocked on shoulders of community,
Wrestled victory flails gallant claws of tension
Hope continues journey for its autonomy,
Yet lonely eagle soars searching attrition.

Robert Dodson
June 11, 2009

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Outing

Guarded strength lays a nested bounty sought,
Swimming parades buttoned jest stored brave,
Voices ramble a certain impact grasp fought,
Joyous happening relived till next booming wave.

My goddess strolls menacingly toward gentle ocean,
Tidal splashes against protective parapet high
Diving determined a frolicked mood of attention,
Stinging jelly causes meaningful cry.

Collapsing on sand soaked blanket relieves
Golden shell tanned darkly by burning sun.
Interlude brings peaceful mystery begun
Embrace recalls celebrations to believe.

Robert Dodson
June 10, 2009

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Duty Beckons

Standing upon the grateful fringe of stated glory,
Obligation focus leads through doors of the sea,
Harbor blooms a frenzied blur of calm water
Pier guards white sand sunburned future.

Anxious moments track slowly along ascent,
Circles of grasping fingers leave ridges deep,
Respites draft gazes of vacant fruited sleep,
Harried fowl gestures comic salient bent.

Gifted lamp reveals an intense affair dark,
Rounded carton evolves slanted park,
Justice drains steely frightened eagle flown,
Duty beckons stingy finger sheltered stone.

Robert Dodson
June 9, 2009

Monday, June 08, 2009

The Crevasse of Time

The treasures of life surround me with gentle curiosity,
Look into the symbol of my journey and find a dream,
Nestled within the crevasse of time I lose the seam,
Pulled from the past I live the riches meant to be.

Struggling to hold a place in my being, I mourn
For what might have been lived over again,
Steadily the oars of wisdom steer the rain,
Reaching a near past, my ship lies forlorn.

Realization wiggles through depths of love,
Surfacing near a nurtured and steady mind
Scenes play a crescendo of flying doves,
Reminders that always my faith is blind.

Robert Dodson
June 8, 2009

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Living Begins

Images of future lost come rushing through memories,
Confusion reigns within the mass of minuscule aura.
Floating gleefully on rocking waves of sunlit seas,
Pictures taken hold harrowing thoughts foresaw.

Under the rug of time, misery awakes lingering
Thunder booms over my heart a startled racing.
Valley of my soul pours a river of lasting need
Rallies to overcome the doubting idea freed.

Triumph gloats to no one there inside the mind,
Destiny calls from distance farther than behind,
My path remains freedom from demons bold
And living begins a task of being takes its hold.

Robert Dodson
June 7, 2009