Reflections on Loss
It seems here lately all I've been doing is talking about my deceased wife. It makes me feel like I'm putting my troubles out for the world to see. I'm really a very private person, except for my poetry. Sometimes I think I'm being a burden and everyone gets tired of hearing the same thing all the time. I know that isn't true. I have trouble pushing those kinds of thoughts out of my mind. I haven't really told anyone how deep the hurt goes in my mind and heart. I feel I have this huge hole in my heart that I can't get filled. I fill it some with God and Jesus but I still feel so empty even though I have God and Jesus in my heart. The one thing I miss so much is I haven't a person to share my life. I praise God for being in and sharing my life, but, to me, it is so much more than that.
I continue this path even when it seems impossible to take another step. I plod onward expecting the best. My pain and loneliness keeps rising slowly, sometimes rapidly toward the surface of my being. It takes all I have to keep everything from boiling over. I'm praying God sends me the relief He knows I am desperate for. God knows my heart. He always has.
It wasn't until my wife, Faye, was gone that I came to realize how much a part of my life she was. She lives on in my heart and she will always be there. You would think I could control my feelings, but I had kept all my love and emotion bottled within. Then like an opened, shaken soda, a mass of feelings and love and hurt come gushing out all over the place. I'm learning it is far better to release these views on a more regular basis. The way I'm thinking, it seems to be a better idea to have a bunch of minor eruptions instead of one major explosion of my frame of mind.
In the recent past, my tears have been like a steady rain with bursts of hurricane strength. The main theme I seem to have developed is I know I should fully commit to God, but I want to cling to the beliefs of my past. I realize that there will be a time when the feelings, emotions and thoughts will bear little pain. I want that to happen now, but I should wait for God's time. With that said, I'm ready to attempt to focus on my duties as a responsible Christian and begin helping others to reduce my sorrow. In the final analysis, that is the choice God wants me to take. By helping and assisting others, I am helping myself.
I have so much love to give and share; I look forward to the day when that special someone comes sauntering into my life. Maybe it will be tomorrow. Only God knows for sure. I must learn and continue to learn that I should lean more heavily on Him, than I have in recent weeks. To that end, I am committing myself whole-heartedly to my mission as a servant for World Prayr Ministries. I can think of no better solution. Right now, I begin the rest of my life.
Robert Dodson
September 3, 2010
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Life Journey
Crawling through the dense jungle of time, love dangles its heart.
Creeping as a snail, shaded breath reveals unseen vines twisted
Fevered brow turns beaded, slatted gaze up the path resisted
Levered strength pales wisdom, gathers a field of tangled life art.
Striding on mirrored hope, tiredness releases its parched taste fisted.
Stepping through wondrous chasms, fatigue sheds chances vague part.
Prepping kindness shared wildly, spirited veil conceals gloried start.
Biding an endless cacophony of nature, exhaustion leaps the visited.
Stooped among restless fervor, solitude grants flowing clouds misted
Looped visions gain trust turned askew with seclusion growing imparted.
Seasoned values gnarly turmoil drips its dream lazily as an imploded tryst.
Reasoned revelation looms gray against sheltered, zealous plans started.
Robert Dodson
August 25, 2010
Crawling through the dense jungle of time, love dangles its heart.
Creeping as a snail, shaded breath reveals unseen vines twisted
Fevered brow turns beaded, slatted gaze up the path resisted
Levered strength pales wisdom, gathers a field of tangled life art.
Striding on mirrored hope, tiredness releases its parched taste fisted.
Stepping through wondrous chasms, fatigue sheds chances vague part.
Prepping kindness shared wildly, spirited veil conceals gloried start.
Biding an endless cacophony of nature, exhaustion leaps the visited.
Stooped among restless fervor, solitude grants flowing clouds misted
Looped visions gain trust turned askew with seclusion growing imparted.
Seasoned values gnarly turmoil drips its dream lazily as an imploded tryst.
Reasoned revelation looms gray against sheltered, zealous plans started.
Robert Dodson
August 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Dreams of Your Day
May the desire of your heart fill the dreams of your day?
Lost in the spring of newness, glances seal hopes of youth
Tulips sway to breezes struggling down slopes never to stay
Hopeful lies the visiting roses found lost near decaying booths.
Gathering trust, thoughts of fun filled summer begin again
The fullness of haloed moon signals love’s eternal season
Dark and scowling, clouds slowly release its pent up rain
Washing away emotions held checked for dawn’s treason.
Sighted breath huddles among nakedly low, whispering limbs
Coupled hands swing to the heart beat of sweetly singing fowl
Trouble lands upon lonely ground swallowed by faceless scowl
Knighted vision will lure a mind seeking its never ending climb.
Robert Dodson
April 14, 2010
May the desire of your heart fill the dreams of your day?
Lost in the spring of newness, glances seal hopes of youth
Tulips sway to breezes struggling down slopes never to stay
Hopeful lies the visiting roses found lost near decaying booths.
Gathering trust, thoughts of fun filled summer begin again
The fullness of haloed moon signals love’s eternal season
Dark and scowling, clouds slowly release its pent up rain
Washing away emotions held checked for dawn’s treason.
Sighted breath huddles among nakedly low, whispering limbs
Coupled hands swing to the heart beat of sweetly singing fowl
Trouble lands upon lonely ground swallowed by faceless scowl
Knighted vision will lure a mind seeking its never ending climb.
Robert Dodson
April 14, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Chasm of Emptiness
Fragile flowers in the winter hold their own in blinding light,
Against a murky, cloud filled sky hope wrestles victory,
Yesterday passes into the future beyond my fleeting sight,
Each day reminders abound of life lived picked so free.
Dreams dangle dread to fill a need once held high above,
Order reacts slowly to rocky foundations laid firmly still,
Destiny crawls upon a slippery ledge held together with love,
Sympathy borrows a hearts’ ache to gradually linger its fill.
Only visions sought can ever be given the chance of growth,
Nestled vigor wrangles the soft touch on my heart thrown,
Faith carries love through the jungle of emotion to learn,
Deep is the chasm of emptiness within me to ever burn.
Robert Dodson
February 4, 2010
Fragile flowers in the winter hold their own in blinding light,
Against a murky, cloud filled sky hope wrestles victory,
Yesterday passes into the future beyond my fleeting sight,
Each day reminders abound of life lived picked so free.
Dreams dangle dread to fill a need once held high above,
Order reacts slowly to rocky foundations laid firmly still,
Destiny crawls upon a slippery ledge held together with love,
Sympathy borrows a hearts’ ache to gradually linger its fill.
Only visions sought can ever be given the chance of growth,
Nestled vigor wrangles the soft touch on my heart thrown,
Faith carries love through the jungle of emotion to learn,
Deep is the chasm of emptiness within me to ever burn.
Robert Dodson
February 4, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Journey Through Time
Like a babbling brook my tears flow over the boulders of my cheeks,
Angels carried the day to tug my heart from the pain of the future,
Life lived its course like the stitches of my jeans left, then right sleek,
Cold hands held the warmest heart of my adventure I’ll always cheer.
Stark is the road before me, a road best traveled bravely?
Passion comes to me once then lost for the moment of now,
I’ll carry a burden less lightly now for she gazes through me,
Many will be times turned backward but there is an edgy how.
I have not taken this road, yet it was destined long ago to be,
Images of the heart flow the core of my being, no longer alone,
I fill my bag with pieces of you all around yet no one can see,
That once was two has now become a journey through time as one.
Robert Dodson
January 6, 2010
Like a babbling brook my tears flow over the boulders of my cheeks,
Angels carried the day to tug my heart from the pain of the future,
Life lived its course like the stitches of my jeans left, then right sleek,
Cold hands held the warmest heart of my adventure I’ll always cheer.
Stark is the road before me, a road best traveled bravely?
Passion comes to me once then lost for the moment of now,
I’ll carry a burden less lightly now for she gazes through me,
Many will be times turned backward but there is an edgy how.
I have not taken this road, yet it was destined long ago to be,
Images of the heart flow the core of my being, no longer alone,
I fill my bag with pieces of you all around yet no one can see,
That once was two has now become a journey through time as one.
Robert Dodson
January 6, 2010
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Desert Venture
Driving the lonely highways of the desert cacti shadow the moon,
Against a looming mountain range the shadows are darkly black,
Racing the rising sun, the stripes in the road begin a fast swoon,
Lessons learned strike like the charisma of a worn, tattered sack.
Eager for the sun, creatures begin their stirring through the flatness,
Needing rest, I pulled off to the side and sought the shade of a cacti,
Eyeing the beautiful starkness of the view surrounding my loneliness,
Increasing heat expands latent sweat targeting my slits for eyes.
Senses nurtured by easy aromas of a sweet and barren desert
Freed by tiny wisps of wind a small dandelion floats toward me,
Until the breeze abruptly stops the remains fall toward a sand sea,
Now rested and awed by the wonder I soak the view into my heart.
Robert Dodson
December 17, 2009
Driving the lonely highways of the desert cacti shadow the moon,
Against a looming mountain range the shadows are darkly black,
Racing the rising sun, the stripes in the road begin a fast swoon,
Lessons learned strike like the charisma of a worn, tattered sack.
Eager for the sun, creatures begin their stirring through the flatness,
Needing rest, I pulled off to the side and sought the shade of a cacti,
Eyeing the beautiful starkness of the view surrounding my loneliness,
Increasing heat expands latent sweat targeting my slits for eyes.
Senses nurtured by easy aromas of a sweet and barren desert
Freed by tiny wisps of wind a small dandelion floats toward me,
Until the breeze abruptly stops the remains fall toward a sand sea,
Now rested and awed by the wonder I soak the view into my heart.
Robert Dodson
December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Whispered Wind
Whispered wind brings a hint of winter snow,
Gazing through bleary eyes breath escapes,
Lifeless looking trees show stark beauty low,
The soft blanketed meadow has lusty shapes.
Evergreens flounder with weighted boughs,
The ant sized figures trek up gentle field,
They grow larger as the journey slows,
The stand of spruce beckons for eyes steeled.
The father rests the axe in marshmallow snow,
Happily the boy points toward a majestic tree,
Nodding, the father chops the tree steadily.
Soon they tow the tree down, eyes a glow.
Robert Dodson
December 9, 2009
Whispered wind brings a hint of winter snow,
Gazing through bleary eyes breath escapes,
Lifeless looking trees show stark beauty low,
The soft blanketed meadow has lusty shapes.
Evergreens flounder with weighted boughs,
The ant sized figures trek up gentle field,
They grow larger as the journey slows,
The stand of spruce beckons for eyes steeled.
The father rests the axe in marshmallow snow,
Happily the boy points toward a majestic tree,
Nodding, the father chops the tree steadily.
Soon they tow the tree down, eyes a glow.
Robert Dodson
December 9, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Wishes Granted
Masked by scenes of future lost, caution becomes alive,
Alluring a destiny from stony today to live freely deprived,
Roads bend their ears to sounds never made on land or sea,
Interest wanes toward a hopeful glistening spell of mystery.
Everything watches movements made subtle under full moon,
While dreams become a chest overflowing with imagination,
Intense fervor exists fleetingly small above head’s swoon,
Kindness creeps down taut spine lingering heated motion.
Loneliness banished to fitful space yonder, no there
Emerging as fated togetherness on leaning stair,
Music triumphs the spirit on our blue marble care,
Wishes granted a heart’s faith with its golden share.
Robert Dodson
December 3, 2009
Masked by scenes of future lost, caution becomes alive,
Alluring a destiny from stony today to live freely deprived,
Roads bend their ears to sounds never made on land or sea,
Interest wanes toward a hopeful glistening spell of mystery.
Everything watches movements made subtle under full moon,
While dreams become a chest overflowing with imagination,
Intense fervor exists fleetingly small above head’s swoon,
Kindness creeps down taut spine lingering heated motion.
Loneliness banished to fitful space yonder, no there
Emerging as fated togetherness on leaning stair,
Music triumphs the spirit on our blue marble care,
Wishes granted a heart’s faith with its golden share.
Robert Dodson
December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Paths of Memory
Travel the paths of memory to awe filled wonder,
Staring at distant twinkling stars, beauty floats by,
With sultry blue eyes a vision encompasses my sky,
Plastered to my soul her being breathes flounder.
Touched gently on silky cheek, she soothes my core,
Entwined rapture gazes majestic snow topped peaks,
Resting, relaxing eases the beaded droplets to the floor,
Love strikes its purpose upon us like whipping streaks.
Satisfaction carries itself toward a new shining goal,
Raw emotion begins a battle of newly found hope,
The tryst begins again but mounting passion lopes,
And the eagles fly away toward glistening shoal.
Robert Dodson
December 2, 2009
Travel the paths of memory to awe filled wonder,
Staring at distant twinkling stars, beauty floats by,
With sultry blue eyes a vision encompasses my sky,
Plastered to my soul her being breathes flounder.
Touched gently on silky cheek, she soothes my core,
Entwined rapture gazes majestic snow topped peaks,
Resting, relaxing eases the beaded droplets to the floor,
Love strikes its purpose upon us like whipping streaks.
Satisfaction carries itself toward a new shining goal,
Raw emotion begins a battle of newly found hope,
The tryst begins again but mounting passion lopes,
And the eagles fly away toward glistening shoal.
Robert Dodson
December 2, 2009
Paths of Memory
Travel the paths of memory to awe filled wonder,
Staring at distant twinkling stars, beauty floats by,
With sultry blue eyes a vision encompasses my sky,
Plastered to my soul her being breathes flounder.
Touched gently on silky cheek, she soothes my core,
Entwined rapture gazes majestic snow topped peaks,
Resting, relaxing eases the beaded droplets to the floor,
Love strikes its purpose upon us like whipping streaks.
Satisfaction carries itself toward a new shining goal,
Raw emotion begins a battle of newly found hope,
The tryst begins again but mounting passion lopes,
And the eagles fly away toward glistening shoal.
Robert Dodson
December 2, 2009
Travel the paths of memory to awe filled wonder,
Staring at distant twinkling stars, beauty floats by,
With sultry blue eyes a vision encompasses my sky,
Plastered to my soul her being breathes flounder.
Touched gently on silky cheek, she soothes my core,
Entwined rapture gazes majestic snow topped peaks,
Resting, relaxing eases the beaded droplets to the floor,
Love strikes its purpose upon us like whipping streaks.
Satisfaction carries itself toward a new shining goal,
Raw emotion begins a battle of newly found hope,
The tryst begins again but mounting passion lopes,
And the eagles fly away toward glistening shoal.
Robert Dodson
December 2, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
The Louvre
I stare at the walls of the Louvre with warm empathy,
The museum is an irreplaceable container for genius art.
That monotonous tour guide tone lulls the mind’s heart,
The plywood walls separating my decisions bars the sea.
I stroll the exhibits with wondrous awe-filled love,
Confused, enthralled, my emotions overflow my eyes.
The beauty and simplicity stun my silent whispered cries,
Amazing talent shares space with a viewer’s peaceful dove.
The monotonous empathy of plywood walls of the Louvre
Irreplaceable memories abound within the soul of all,
Pleased at the history of a remarkable museum calls
For an openness of non slatted windows of milky louvers.
Robert Dodson
October 3, 2009
I stare at the walls of the Louvre with warm empathy,
The museum is an irreplaceable container for genius art.
That monotonous tour guide tone lulls the mind’s heart,
The plywood walls separating my decisions bars the sea.
I stroll the exhibits with wondrous awe-filled love,
Confused, enthralled, my emotions overflow my eyes.
The beauty and simplicity stun my silent whispered cries,
Amazing talent shares space with a viewer’s peaceful dove.
The monotonous empathy of plywood walls of the Louvre
Irreplaceable memories abound within the soul of all,
Pleased at the history of a remarkable museum calls
For an openness of non slatted windows of milky louvers.
Robert Dodson
October 3, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Taste of Romance
Sweaty, swaggering, swerving thought render my love hostage,
Long breathes the taste of romance on my soaring spirit freed
Songs strongly sound their emotions over magical prairie sage
Leave growth to a tender yearning for grateful hope’s seed.
Dancing through the present yields a bursting glory of silence
Chances reveal the mighty test of daring chasms of victory
Fancy ceremony belies the ragged majesty of delayed balance
Stances strafed stately sunlit crested waves of licorice sea.
Happiness like a shaking Jell-o star filled the senses of care,
Joined my dream filled pink piggy bank of coins to share
The last vacation of summer with stony faced desert rocks
Separated the valley of life like the part in my pumpkin locks.
Clanging clock bells boom the time of changing future nears,
Hanging happily on blossomed limb wind chimes clear cheer,
Yanking noodles of my soupy lust lunges deep within fears,
Banking right toward the destiny of fate, living free sneers.
Waxing moon brightens dimly shadowed palms lining jagged coast,
Squishy, squeamish sand massage the sole of gladly glaring toes
Relaxing breeze curries the tune of my desire upon desperate foes,
My bubbling goddess carries me over living journeys ghostly host.
Robert Dodson
September 1, 2009
Sweaty, swaggering, swerving thought render my love hostage,
Long breathes the taste of romance on my soaring spirit freed
Songs strongly sound their emotions over magical prairie sage
Leave growth to a tender yearning for grateful hope’s seed.
Dancing through the present yields a bursting glory of silence
Chances reveal the mighty test of daring chasms of victory
Fancy ceremony belies the ragged majesty of delayed balance
Stances strafed stately sunlit crested waves of licorice sea.
Happiness like a shaking Jell-o star filled the senses of care,
Joined my dream filled pink piggy bank of coins to share
The last vacation of summer with stony faced desert rocks
Separated the valley of life like the part in my pumpkin locks.
Clanging clock bells boom the time of changing future nears,
Hanging happily on blossomed limb wind chimes clear cheer,
Yanking noodles of my soupy lust lunges deep within fears,
Banking right toward the destiny of fate, living free sneers.
Waxing moon brightens dimly shadowed palms lining jagged coast,
Squishy, squeamish sand massage the sole of gladly glaring toes
Relaxing breeze curries the tune of my desire upon desperate foes,
My bubbling goddess carries me over living journeys ghostly host.
Robert Dodson
September 1, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Winds of My Heart
Great blows the winds of my heart,
Cluttering gallant vision of love lost.
Character rebounds at the sad start,
Molding self always deliberates a cost.
A mind creases results ever parting self,
Drama of small chore tends lowly shelf,
Llama necked care visits needy hope,
Say thoughts held tight to help one cope.
Love revolves around the kiss of my soul
Trust relaxes upon a steady flow of destiny,
Gaze deep into smiling milky opal eyed sea,
Victory rises above hard fought earned goals.
Robert Dodson
August 27, 2009
Great blows the winds of my heart,
Cluttering gallant vision of love lost.
Character rebounds at the sad start,
Molding self always deliberates a cost.
A mind creases results ever parting self,
Drama of small chore tends lowly shelf,
Llama necked care visits needy hope,
Say thoughts held tight to help one cope.
Love revolves around the kiss of my soul
Trust relaxes upon a steady flow of destiny,
Gaze deep into smiling milky opal eyed sea,
Victory rises above hard fought earned goals.
Robert Dodson
August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tropical Goddess
Looking into hazel eyes, love struck invitingly warm,
Yearning to touch auburn locks tangle my fantasy,
Nurtured tropics lead the pounding pulse can to me,
Needful embrace remains starving for the storm.
Etched into the memory of hope, gentle mood dances,
Trust leaps down to quiet babbling flesh gently strong,
Taken hostage by beauty, feelings erupt the throng
Elegant shoulder supports the caring freedom lances.
Goodness creeps through the idyllic tropical scene,
Intense lies the passion of solitary thought lean
Goddess of tropics walks the white sand beach free
Island paradise befriends a raging wind of the sea.
Robert Dodson
August 26, 2009
Looking into hazel eyes, love struck invitingly warm,
Yearning to touch auburn locks tangle my fantasy,
Nurtured tropics lead the pounding pulse can to me,
Needful embrace remains starving for the storm.
Etched into the memory of hope, gentle mood dances,
Trust leaps down to quiet babbling flesh gently strong,
Taken hostage by beauty, feelings erupt the throng
Elegant shoulder supports the caring freedom lances.
Goodness creeps through the idyllic tropical scene,
Intense lies the passion of solitary thought lean
Goddess of tropics walks the white sand beach free
Island paradise befriends a raging wind of the sea.
Robert Dodson
August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Solace of Hope
Destiny called my past murky,
Open vision walled my hopes.
Nested dreams play out quirky,
Nothing becomes like bars of soap,
Ascending toward a gentle lope.
Waking to future drab I sense my fears.
Hoping troubles scarred shed tears,
Eyes wiped blindly relieved solace of hope
Dreaming weathers storms of violent scope
Fate reveals tarnished dangling slope.
Daring a tomorrow of prosperity,
Roads gradually take due course.
Aware to fresh ideals widens my sea,
Keeping my surface cleanly hoarse;
Every action confirms needed hope.
Robert Dodson
August 25, 2009
Destiny called my past murky,
Open vision walled my hopes.
Nested dreams play out quirky,
Nothing becomes like bars of soap,
Ascending toward a gentle lope.
Waking to future drab I sense my fears.
Hoping troubles scarred shed tears,
Eyes wiped blindly relieved solace of hope
Dreaming weathers storms of violent scope
Fate reveals tarnished dangling slope.
Daring a tomorrow of prosperity,
Roads gradually take due course.
Aware to fresh ideals widens my sea,
Keeping my surface cleanly hoarse;
Every action confirms needed hope.
Robert Dodson
August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Luscious Time
Traveling through luscious time, values escape hard,
Rebelling against fragile space, merriment oozes loudly
Adjourned stamina reduces gratitude while seeming free
Custom fate achieves hollow stone rimmed cards.
Incessant quiet belittles fragile melancholy stooped
Largess befits another soul growing within favor
Welded grace perseveres among staunch flavor
Increased vibrant stoicism bestows rival hoops.
Sweet tasting challenge ignites hope’s core,
Daring wind rides the land whispering change
Open hearts welcome breaths of freedom more
Memory embraces attitudes driven to exchange.
Robert Dodson
August 24, 2009
Traveling through luscious time, values escape hard,
Rebelling against fragile space, merriment oozes loudly
Adjourned stamina reduces gratitude while seeming free
Custom fate achieves hollow stone rimmed cards.
Incessant quiet belittles fragile melancholy stooped
Largess befits another soul growing within favor
Welded grace perseveres among staunch flavor
Increased vibrant stoicism bestows rival hoops.
Sweet tasting challenge ignites hope’s core,
Daring wind rides the land whispering change
Open hearts welcome breaths of freedom more
Memory embraces attitudes driven to exchange.
Robert Dodson
August 24, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Circled Dreams
Daring days of confusion bring circled dreams,
Gathered lake side haunts visions once held,
Truth races toward destiny of dreary seams,
Realized hope fulfills upon joyous heart meld.
Travel solitary future to begin myriad trips,
Completed venture ekes a sad and shrill tune,
Trusted core blossoms unknown winged boon,
Lasting care bursts globules of sought blips.
Wings of cloud held futility drizzle down slowly,
Rising faith heals determined resolve forever,
Gentle wind whispers a melodic song to share,
Yet circled dreams walk through time lowly.
Robert Dodson
August 11, 2009
Daring days of confusion bring circled dreams,
Gathered lake side haunts visions once held,
Truth races toward destiny of dreary seams,
Realized hope fulfills upon joyous heart meld.
Travel solitary future to begin myriad trips,
Completed venture ekes a sad and shrill tune,
Trusted core blossoms unknown winged boon,
Lasting care bursts globules of sought blips.
Wings of cloud held futility drizzle down slowly,
Rising faith heals determined resolve forever,
Gentle wind whispers a melodic song to share,
Yet circled dreams walk through time lowly.
Robert Dodson
August 11, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Emotion Rides
Emotion rides its roller coaster silently
Trotting hope requests scenic journey,
Stubborn dreams cling solidly to free
Potent life breathes calmly its sea.
Running vision stares a mighty road
Heroic sense vaults to highest mode.
Continued struggle garners lofty load,
Victory battles weak soul of man’s abode.
Traveled path grieves for final task
Reflection jars memory streaked past,
Measured trail basks in gloried light,
Lamented blessing opens heart right.
Robert Dodson
July 28, 2009
Emotion rides its roller coaster silently
Trotting hope requests scenic journey,
Stubborn dreams cling solidly to free
Potent life breathes calmly its sea.
Running vision stares a mighty road
Heroic sense vaults to highest mode.
Continued struggle garners lofty load,
Victory battles weak soul of man’s abode.
Traveled path grieves for final task
Reflection jars memory streaked past,
Measured trail basks in gloried light,
Lamented blessing opens heart right.
Robert Dodson
July 28, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Slumbering Greatness
Looking in necessity desires adept sense motivated in the heart,
Interest walks a tangible breath upon landscape decorated boldly
Needful symmetry weaves a delicate balance at curious fed start
Diverse fantasy leads will toward preordained victory held coldly.
Ambition lays foundation of boldness and courage built dreams,
Submerged reality swims a roaring river upward in the mind,
Measured steps strive to stabilize rocky journey through streams
Integrity strives harder against enemies forceful and behind.
Tangible aspiration raises temerity beyond natural validity,
Hesitation dies agonizing beyond its fortress veiled heart,
Lumbering anticipation steadies faith railed needlessly sharp
Slumbering greatness rises like startled hope awakened freely.
Robert Dodson
July 24, 2009
Looking in necessity desires adept sense motivated in the heart,
Interest walks a tangible breath upon landscape decorated boldly
Needful symmetry weaves a delicate balance at curious fed start
Diverse fantasy leads will toward preordained victory held coldly.
Ambition lays foundation of boldness and courage built dreams,
Submerged reality swims a roaring river upward in the mind,
Measured steps strive to stabilize rocky journey through streams
Integrity strives harder against enemies forceful and behind.
Tangible aspiration raises temerity beyond natural validity,
Hesitation dies agonizing beyond its fortress veiled heart,
Lumbering anticipation steadies faith railed needlessly sharp
Slumbering greatness rises like startled hope awakened freely.
Robert Dodson
July 24, 2009
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