Abandoned

Displaced,

dropped from space

into this human race,

leaving no trace,

my true identity
erased.

.

Alone

I roam

the minutes 

of the long days

spinning into months

that turn to years.

With tears I mark

the passing.

Glimpses,

like shadows

viewed in the periphery

of my clouded vision,

too full of chaos

and sound

around 

me

I need to hear

your voice, Mother,

to feel your love, Father

the kinship of a brother

that I never really knew

beyond our childish

games-our names

scratched on

the sidewalk.

Come back!

What I lack

is kindred spirit,

the connection,

resurrection

of the flame to

ease the shame

of forgetting

and regretting 

the fall.

It was but for such an  error

that I walk through life in terror,

neither knowing friend or foe

and no matter where I go, it follows.

fear always an unwilling guest

serving pain in spite of all my best

efforts to deflect,

reject

the lie.

Have

I

been

abandoned

in this 

world

of angry

souls?

Will you ever come to take me back

into that bosom of pure energy

where love is all that exists?

Home.

CKP words and images 2020

Escaping

In these 'worst of times' for modern history, we all have our break out moments.  We need to escape, to run free, wild and feel the wind in our face, the world fading behind with no particular place to go.  And when I say all, I mean all.  This guy was all in for a round trip, 34 mile, 70 mph interstate run with us to pick up groceries-just to escape for a bit.  Gotta love em.  I sure do!

Wow! That’s a lot of wind! 

Buckle up buddy. It’s going to be a long ride. 

‘Earl’ Knievel, AKA Anole Fonda

You would think he’d be ready to disembark once we reached our destination. But noooooo...

That was really great, but think I'll ride up here for the trip home.

Ummm...driver...what's the hold up here? Have to get back to the fam, you know?

And speaking of Social Distancing.....

this couple seemed to be practicing it well although the 'nester' was having some negative feedback from the hungry baby.  

Okay, I think 50 yards is far enough, dear....dear...

But it's so much quieter over here, and I have all this preening to do...

Hey!  Junior's hungry!!!

Gotta love Chuck too!

You Don’t Know

The Point

Let’s get to the point,

we know the score.

This ship’s run aground

on a crumbling shore.

(Sh)it’s hitting the fan

like never before.

Let’s roll a fat one

and stop the thunder,

ignore the fools

counting their plunder.

We’ll gaze at the sky

as the albatross fly

How high, how high..

In a minute or two

or ten or twenty

we consider a swim 

but the sharks are ‘a plenty,

and aware of our plight

they think we won’t fight.

How low, how low

do the dark depths go....

Up or down..

Without wings or buoy,

there must be a way

to salvage the joy

we locked in a chest

like a hidden treasure.

The key, you and me

we now must see

is to never give up

when up is down-

and down, you’ll drown.

Perhaps...

We’ll don a disguise

and like bright butterflies

float on...

Let’s roll another

as I try to recall

that short guy we knew

way back in the Fall..

was it 1982? 

He had to leave in such a rush-

I think he was sick.

They kept it hush, hush

but he got out of here-quick!

So lost in our reverie

we did not see

the sharks sprouting legs

with claws on their toes..

Isn’t that just the way

evolution goes? 

Eureka! I’ve got it!

We jumped from our seats

upsetting the lamps

and anointing our feet

(Such slippery times, these)

“We’re with you!” they cried,

“What is the point?”

(I grinned, looked up,

my cell phone held high)

I’m phoning ET!

We’re blowing this joint! 

Cheryl KP ramblings and copyright 2020

Footnote: We considered other options; but The USS Enterprise is out for repairs-Scottie broke the transporter, Han Solo died and Skywalker won’t come out of his cave. 

Rock on, fellow explorers. This started out as part of Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt which was using the word ‘joint’, but I think I broke all her rules. Still, check out her blog for other posts and to meet some great writers and well, just good people. Meanwhile, enjoy some music...