Monday, January 20, 2014

To the One.....





To the one who ate what was put in front of him
And played solitaire for hours at Grandmas house
Wondering if fathers were a painted figment
Imagination runs rampant with the need for touch

To the one who hop scotched delicately
Drawing pictures of hearts and families unbroken
Finding the path with small hands and no compass
Navigating shark infested waters with floaties and a stick

To the one who spat in conventions mouth
Writing rulebooks inked in common sense and not dogma
Walking lines that broke left to lifes bounties
Using the muddy shoes to plant grapes for wine

Finding self is a task best left to the fates, they'll ring you
Flexing muscles of the heart and soul intuitively
Provides a verdict that rings with freedom and light
Blissfully aware that neither place or time are the hammer's blow

14 comments:

  1. who ever has that rule book of common sense I need a few copies.. there are some people who need to read it... :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. This is just perfect, Corey. Each stanza held me in its palm as each line whispered its truth and the resolution laid me down again.
    Finding self is a task best left to the fates.... Those are words to carry with me through the day.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I think there is too much emphasis on finding "self" Just when you think you have live spins you into change...Love it as always Corey

    ReplyDelete
  4. poignant, and a glimpse into a private world. walking that line of common sense, not dogma - that's the trick, isn't it? ~

    ReplyDelete
  5. Love the "no nonsense, I'm getting on with business" tone in this poem. Especially love the wry humour in the idea of fates ringing.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Fine write. For better or worse, a father is a sort of true north, and without one the compass is akilter. Living in a spinning map requires getting off the time-space grid, somehow. This poem is getting there.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Beware of us hopscotch girls! ;-)

    ReplyDelete
  8. That opening verse is a heart breaker.

    ReplyDelete
  9. the inner domain, the great and ongoing discovery, homework, homework, homework...riding the open range...what else is a cowboy to do

    ReplyDelete
  10. Sometimes one is bogged down in wanting to be at one's best in meeting aspirations of others. It may lead one astray without reasons! Nicely Corey!

    Hank

    ReplyDelete
  11. Not an easy road to travel with no father figure to lead .... I know. Quite an impact you've made, Corey. I will be remembering my father today, losing him as a teen changed everything.

    ReplyDelete
  12. "Finding self is a task best left to the fates, they'll ring you..." --like a bell, buddy, like a bell. This is good good stuff--primo, as we used to say long ago in a galaxy far away--the first stanza sets such a way-back tone, subtle but full of tastes...it's hard for me to leave it for my next loves, the following stanzas...did I say this was good stuff?

    ReplyDelete
  13. I loved the line 'Writing rulebooks inked in common sense and not dogma'.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Hi would you mind letting me know which webhost you're using?

    I've loaded your blog in 3 different internet
    browsers and I must say this blog loads a lot quicker then most.
    Can you recommend a good web hosting provider at a fair price?

    Thanks a lot, I appreciate it!

    Here is my website Beats By Dre Outlet

    ReplyDelete