Marble

“Marble”

   

Skin of marble,

Carved with might.

I fill myself with sun,

I fill myself.

I surround myself,

With star light.

  

Dg

10-31-18

Jeanne Robertson | The Great Marmot Standoff

The Eyes or The Shoulders

 

  

“The Eyes or The Shoulders”

    

Just finished brushing my teeth,

In the mirror I wondered,

What becomes tired first?

The eyes or the shoulders?

  

Almost 49 years now,

I am simply not sure.

Is it the eyes or the shoulders?

Which show most what we’ve endured.

  

I clearly wasn’t paying attention,

After knot ridden shoulders,

After all the tears.

 So, which is it?

Our eyes?

Or our shoulders?

After there have been so many,

Of life’s many boulders.

  

Danny Gunter

9-30-2018

September 18th, 2018

“September 18th, 2018”

   

Everybody wants me gone. 

I suppose it shouldn't have taken so long,

But they don't know when I wake up at night,

To check and see if everything's alright.

They just want me gone,

So, where does my soul feel or fit,

Like it should belong.

   

I thought I was doing good,

That I was doing what anyone would,

But still they want me gone.
  

Why do they want me gone?

I've done a good job and my dad is still strong,

So why do they want me gone?

   

Dg

9-18-2018

  

I verbalized this one on my phone a week ago, while waiting for some Mexican food.  Here it is in its original verbiage, I spoke the words in an email to myself exactly one week ago. Didn't know for sure why until now:

danny gunter

Sep 18, 2018, 2:39 PM (7 days ago)  

to me

Everybody wants me gone I suppose it shouldn't have taken so long but they don't know when I wake up at night to check and see if everything's alright they actually want me gone so we're does my soul feel like it should be long I thought I was doing good that I was doing what anyone would but still they want me gone why do they want me gone I've done a good job and my dad is still strong so why do they want me gone

  

  

“Before” 

I haven’t written anything,

In a very long time. 

I guess my heart just isn’t where,

It was before.

Maybe cracked, maybe chipped.

But it isn’t broken anymore.

Dg

8-29-18

Into The Woods

“Into The Woods”

Into the woods.

A child walks.

Sunlight falls upon the fallen leaves.

I wonder what they are thinking?

I wish that I could.

See into the feelings,

And into their thoughts.

The path looks so clear ahead.

But what are we leaving them?

What have we wrought?

When they are our age,

How will they think?

What will they think,

Of what we have done?

The path looks beautiful and clear.

Bountiful hope appears endless.

But we all know that it is not.

What have we wrought?

Into the woods.

Walk on innocent with hopes.

Because you should.

Leaving us to wonder,

If we all did,

All that we could.

Danny Gunter 11-25-2017

11-25-2017

Photo – K.L.

“The Rope Bridge”

      

We were walking together,

Across a rope bridge that was the world.

Among it all, in nature and waterfalls.

A simple rope bridge where we could have,

Conquered it all.

   

Maybe I stepped to slow,

Or you stepped to fast.

It all broke apart, 

It was upon us, yet, our strength had failed.

Our grip loosened and we lost our grasp,

As we swung to either side.

    

For us it all had fractured and had split apart,

Still the world went on.

The waterfalls kept pouring and,

Nature kept growing.

    

We were broken slamming against the walls,

So far across the canyon.

Until we fell tossed and turned spiraling,

Into an unyielding current,

Swept away, like everything else,

Just swept away, like everything else.

  

Danny Gunter

3-27-2017