PoetryPause Blog – Matthew Ashbrook

Tag: Nature

Walking Rocky

by on Dec.08, 2017, under Poetry

The time is drawing near,
The dog must go outside;
To take a little walk,
Relieving his inside.

But now the snow is falling
And the wind is rather brisk,
I’d like to wait ‘til summer
But I can’t take the risk.

He’s small, his bladder likewise,
So he can’t wait that long
But still procrastinating
The waiting I prolong.

He’s dancing by the doorway,
He whines to beckon me –
Just a few more minutes
And we’ll go find a tree.

He cocks his head to listen,
To understand my plea;
Let’s get your coat and mittens
Or sorry you will be.

We do for others often
Some things we’d rather not;
But when you care for others,
This is what you’ve got.

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Now and Then

by on Aug.30, 2017, under Poetry

You’ve got to put your feet up
Every now and then
To reconcile footsteps,
Take note of where you’ve been.

Contemplate the baggage
You’ve gathered on the way;
The good, the bad, the humdrum
That brought you to this day.

Gaze across the landscape,
Survey the open skies
And ponder on the meaning,
The hows and whats and whys.

Reorganize the closet
Of thoughts within your mind
To calm a restless spirit
When thoughts have misaligned.

To reconcile footsteps,
Take note of where you’ve been,
You’ve got to put your feet up
Every now and then.

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Ghosts

by on Jul.13, 2017, under Poetry

The poor little fellow
He’s stressed or depressed
By a board that was placed
Where he’d usually rest.

Forty minutes he rode
With his head to the door –
Face down, not respond
To his name anymore.

His ears were both curled
Like celery gone limp –
His joyful demeanor
And style were crimped.

It’s hard to imagine
What caused his distress;
But he saw something other
Than wood, I would guess.

The burdens we bear
Are secret to most;
And our closet kept locked
To harbor the ghosts.

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Everything

by on May.31, 2017, under Poetry

Hoagie Shotgun

Travelin’ dusty byways,
Ridin’ shotgun in a car
Cruisin’ passed the farmland
Stretching near and far,
Blue sky frames the vistas
As far as you can see;
There’s no place in the world
A fella rather be.

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Goose Down

by on Nov.20, 2016, under Poetry

A wounded bird
Left behind
The winter just ahead;
His flock flew off
To warmer climes
To seek their daily bread.

A goose that’s found
A place to hide
Each day beside a pond;
I see him scramble
As I pass
To walk the woods beyond.

He floats to safety
On the tarn
But something is amiss;
His wing is twisted,
Out of place,
And he can’t fly like this.

Unlikely that
He’ll live ‘til spring,
Not built for winter’s ways;
Not something I
Look forward to,
Beholding his last days.

We play the game,
The hand we’re dealt,
Abiding nature’s rule;
And to the weak
Discarded ones,
The world can be so cruel.

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Marineland 1987

by on Nov.18, 2016, under Poetry, Uncategorized

bubbles

In Rancho Palos Verdes
Marineland once was king –
A million folks would visit
Through winter from the spring.

More lab than entertainment,
Where injured sea life went
For medical attention,
Well-being to augment.

Long before the Sea Worlds
And Disney parks would grow;
Before you felt the whales
Were tortured for a show,

I stood upon the stage there
When asked if I’d permit
A killer whale meeting,
Of course I would commit.

As Corky swam up to me,
He rolled onto his side
And offered up a flipper,
A thrill I must confide.

My hand grew ever smaller
When placed upon his limb –
My significance diminished,
My substance start to dim.

The universe grew bigger,
My place within it small;
Drawn into perspective,
Rearranged my sense of all.

Financially it suffered,
It sold a time or two
To studios of cartoons
And a grocery chain revue.

Then one day it shuttered,
Corky and his mate
Were shipped to San Diego
At night within a crate.

Everyone was fired,
They boarded every door;
A statue they called Bubbles,
Marineland’s troubadour,

Dismantled into storage,
A sentinel no more;
And the business of the whales
To disrepute would soar.

But Rancho Palos Verdes
Has tried throughout the years
To recommission Bubbles,
Somewhere on their piers;

In honor of her history,
The nature of the work
The city once had hosted
And in their memories lurk.

Thirty years since passing
Now Bubbles has returned
To stand outside in tribute
To all that was adjourned.

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Tears

by on Aug.14, 2016, under Poetry

The rain has finally fallen
On fields long gone dry –
And farmers are beholding
When the heavens start to cry.

It’s been a long hot summer,
No rain to speak of fell,
And the crops they hope to harvest
Have suffered from the spell.

The corn and wheat fields gasping,
They’re withered on their stalks;
The field mice now easy
Quarry for the hawks.

But rain is falling gently,
Redemption for the crops;
Arrests the dying silage,
Renews the framing copse.

The waterworks of healing
For the damaged and the meek;
Heavenly the rainfall,
Like tears upon a cheek.

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Hope’s Last Days

by on Apr.25, 2016, under Poetry

Hope Pensive

She’s loud and demanding
But this I forgive –
For the lumps have returned,
And she’s not long to live.

She’s pensive these days
As she watches and waits;
Unaware of the hand
That’s been dealt by her fate.

Or maybe she knows,
Who knows a dog’s mind?
Who knows if she knows
Of her damaged design.

For now she is back
On the meds and the care
For as long as she has
Of these lives that we share.

Our roles now reversed
For her ride to the end;
As she’s been to man,
I’ll be her best friend.

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Prologue

by on Jan.14, 2016, under Poetry

Let’s go away
To a faraway place,
Slip through the cracks
And leave not a trace;

To the edge of the earth,
To the edges of time,
Where the primitive woods
Exists in its prime.

And feast from the fruit
Of the leaves and the seeds,
With nothing to want
While the world recedes.

No words to be spoken,
No memory to fog
The story we’ll live
Beyond the prologue

For all that we’ve left,
Not a moment we’ll grieve
Lost in the rapture
Of Adam and Eve.

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Evolution

by on Dec.15, 2015, under Poetry

Swim to the bottom
Of the deep blue sea
Where darkness prevails
In primordial tea,

Where from the great depths
Awoke the life forms,
To the surface were summoned
By lightning and storms,

To crawl from the shores
To the forest and sand
To populate earth
Then across the earth fanned.

While gathering clusters
Developed in time
Establishing rules,
Some rhythm and rhyme.

‘Til homo erectus
Enveloped the globe,
Exerting the powers
Of its temporal lobe.

Displacing the creatures,
Besieging their land,
Destroying the jungles
To create a wasteland.

In a blink of an eye,
The earth on the brink –
From the origin sea
To humans extinct.

The gathering storm
Poised with the will –
The end in the sights
Of the weapons that kill.

And there at the bottom
Of the sea that gave birth,
In dormancy waits
The evolution of earth.

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