It’s been a while since I posted regularly and I am committing to get back to it. I will start off with my most current poem.
The Act of Disappearing!
by: Joe van Koeverden
I got up early this morning
and looked for the newspaper
but none were at my door.
From my balcony all I could see
Were the clusters of Manitoba maples
hugging the banks of the Assiniboine River
as it flowed in its muddy way
to fork with the Red River.
The songbirds filled
the void of city noises.
The sun was already warming
the coolness of the prairie night.
Checked emails and nothing new.
Even Facebook was quiet.
No pleading messages from lasses
afar who just want to be my friend!
Even the wife is still asleep
Leaving me to wander alone
Within the boundaries of my mind.
Today will be a quiet Sunday
Another day of settling into
our new home high in the sky.
Far away from whence we came
Many may say that the sign
on the front yard was not clear
“For Sale” it said, not “Moving Away”.
We will leave that discussion
For another day.
But those close knew all too well
that change was in the air.
We plough the fields to plant again,
We shake the dice to roll once more,
We must leave one place to arrive at another
Not to disappear really but to do much more.
Face new challenges, see new things
To make somethings better and let others go.
Retreat from one scenario
and charge forward on another.