What I Carry

What I Carry

What I ought

Is in a pocket

In my heart.

Tucked into my heart, 

I carry 

What I ought.

What I do, 

Is on my shoulder;

Like a boulder on my back, 

I carry

What I do. 

What I know, 

Is in my hands;

In my open hands, 

I carry 

What I know.

But what I ought

Is in a pocket,

In a pocket of my heart;

I carry what I ought

In a secret part,

Tucked into my heart.

On The Road Again

And we're off! But before we hop aboard, you just have to join Willy while he wails about our trip! Take a look at this American icon if only to get a gander at Porter Wagonner's sparkly suit! Then ride with us on these bumpy roads less traveled.



Here we go...

The Bug

Poetikat

Muse Swings

Jeanne Iris

Dave King

altar ego

Jinksy

Helen

Rachel Fox

swiss

Stafford Ray

120 Socks

Liz 

Carolina Linthead 

Peter Goulding
 
Enchanted Oak

Totalfeckineejit (our fearless leader)

Weaver of Grass 

Various 

annell 

Titus 

Dick Jones

And here's my ticket. Don't even ask...

LAZARUS

Did you pull the cloths around you,
holding on for all you had?

Did you try to stop your ears
against the swarming in your head?

Did your bending knees creak
when they hit the cold stone slab?

Did your papery feet quell
when they stood upon that  floor?

Did your eyes regret the light
that poured in through the vacant door?

Did you hide your irritation
at arising from your bed, or

Did your parched throat croak a plea
to simply let the dead be dead?

In the Balance

IN THE BALANCE

Notice how she waits in expectation,
contemplating maybe, just how justice works.
Does she sense it hangs on holding steady?
Does she sense unbalance in the end?

Doesn't she look like somehow she might not know
that the weight she holds so level will shift as on a whim?

One little thought falling like a feather or one wrong move heavy as a soul;
one of her decisions, shiny as a pearl or light as a pocketful of poesy--
just one small word and the world can lose its balance.
Just wash it from her hands and it all falls down.