johnny case

Rookie - 135 Points (August 24,1947 / Fort Worth, Texas USA)

A Childhood Rumination - Poem by johnny case

A creek crossed underneath our every Saturday fairgrounds
Dirt road to the stage show we played yet I would have
Loved simply to explore the ditch below the tiny bridge (is
the creek bed wholly dry or
does a sliver trickle thru its core?)
To amble along inside the water-vacated channel
For the feel or sense this absence as a temporary state
(a note: gone to the lake - will
return next downpour)
So I let my mind summon the gushing mighty
Torrents that swirl splash and crash
At each bankline crook nook and cranny
The ditch depth a cloudburst filled to wash at manic speed
A confederacy of debris away
Only to desert left stranded
As signs of a recent high water line (keep discreet
where the water goes)
To some destination further than I've
Ever in dreams crossed to bridge that part of slumber
Of me reaching for an endless excursion our subconscious
Forbidding holds captive as bondage thoughts
Weave and rise carrying off a gleam turned in
Some future boy's sight seen
A desolate weathered beauty to behold, a discard
To retrieve...the weather-battered remnant
Forever tossed in flight by all
The hurried lives and the ceaseless pounding rush

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 8, 2013

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