A Cadre of Saints - Future Tense

Days pass,
They get rolled up like pennies.
Hope rises each morning and works into the night.
What can give us the strength to outlast the darkness 'till the new day bright?

Carp goes fishing when he can.
Never left the water yet without a stinger loaded down.
He hardly ever has seconds at his house though,
But the children at county farm don't go hungry.

Millie prays out loud all the time,
It scares some people, makes them nervous,
A few of them whisper and say ugly things that we all have fell into,
While Millie sleeps in Abraham's bosom each and every night.

Mr. O'Donnel never goes to Church,
(Everyone knows his business would do better if he didn't hire so much riff-raff.)
Yet no one down on their luck has been turned away from his mill,
The bond of a handshake; a pew filled by proxy.

Days pass,
People go on.
How fortunate are we to breathe the same air as
Such people as these that roll up pennies and deposit gold.

Nuance

Sifting cornmeal,
Cut orange peel,
Cookstove heat feel,
Kitchen smell zeal.

 Butter churn sky,
Tater pan fry,
Stackcakes so high,
Cobblers and pie.

 Giving our praise,
Turkey/ham glaze,
Knowing the days,
Fade in life's ways.

 Thankful for tin,
Worn rolling pin,
Think back again,
Of home, of kin.

"Rapture 1982"

Blondie!

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The Appalaichian Cat Overture

Often in the spin-cycle of the daily trek, the nuances lose out to the rubber-stamp ambiences of life. Such is the case in Knoxville Tennessee-a college town where echoing ripples of "Rocky Top" manage to outsound the holler symphonies created nightly and known as the Appalachian Cat Overture. Members of this troop share only one commonality, they are haints bound to roam the hills and stills and compose nocturnal spirit refrains, (for those with ears to hear such sounds unavailable via Ipod).
Knoxville's malady is symbolic of the schism much of the NeoSouth strains and shifts upon, seeking a sense of reality in a 24 hour news/life/caste bereft of a modern Faulkner. Frustrated by the fear of blending into the future, they become impotent past-clingers. Instead of a benevolent guide, there is merely a faint siren's song, difficult to descern, harder to soberly acknowledge.

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Petal

Breezing playfull,
Vibrant decrease,
Freedom granted,
Sudden release.

Nouveau orphan,
Windblown other,
Memory gone,
Father-Mother.

Gentle billow,
Destiny put,
Splash of color,
In deep tire rut.

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Glancing

Over shoulder,
Corner eye.
Sparkle blink,
Flash of sky.

Came to dance,
Not flitter-flatter.
Rising forces,
Seek out matter.

Icicle smiles,
Spark`ed strife,
Shadow outlines
-Hinted life.

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