Dead Raccoon Along the Long and Winding Road

Dead Raccoon Along the Long 

  and Winding Road

                                  by harlon rivers

Raccoon lying sullied
along the long and winding road
haven’t felt this kind of sorrow
since the day the music came undone
Seen a lot of life stained highways,
walked a lot of lonesome miles
Not going to clean up my own spilt milk
waiting here for the stars fall from the sky

Raccoon lying sullied
along side the long and winding road
Passed by with silent indifference - -
look the other way byway child
Just a bump in the road
blood strain map to the ditch
lovely stretch of the lonesome highway
leading me on home alone

Dead Raccoon lying sullied
along the long and winding road
What are we going to do
this life wasn’t near enough ?
Swarm of honey bees awhirl
land high above on yonder tree,
touching the moment’s greater good
with a beguiled sweetness
natures' reverent ambrosial esprit

Rolling thunder storm
roiled through after midnight ;
cloud to ground lightning
resplendent spider web
Salt of tears or salt of Sea
this bitter sweet song
Dead Raccoon lying sullied
along the long and winding road

Tail stiff and pointed
toward the highway ;
compass needle coursing
on to other side ,
destiny come what may
Now some kind of this storm
has left me down hearted ,
high atop noir thunder heads loom ,
caution thrown to the moon ,
yesterday’s seeds unsprouted
yet lovingly sown one by one

Dead Raccoon lying
on the other side
along this long
and winding road
misbegotten eulogy
this bitter sweet song ...
we leave a lot behind
along this long 
twisted road home ...

Notes: 11 pm June 1st, 2015

June 2nd 2015 a work in progress

In the starless sky blue sky

In the starless sky blue sky
                                              by harlon rivers

    dancing alone,
    when the sky
    is falling down

     free falling
      spinning …
rolling & tumbling 

uncontrollably around

rapt in the variegated
    shameless air
in the starless sky blue sky,

murder of crows watch
 from above high wire

grey nothingness aground …

tucking in the arch of a diver
    rolling upside down

Falling at the speed of loneliness
 espy the passing edge of a ledge
     with empty nest of brown

          uncaring glimpses

              ...the gravity
              ...the weight

           the whoosh of gusting wind

               brushing wild feathers,

                of rushing waterfall
                 becoming a silent
                  fallow creek bed

            …. shattering

    into Many shades of Black

       sky blue Robin’s egg
       nascent hope bestrewn - - - 

           broken pieces
       lie beside the tears

            awakened 

                  in 

                 the 

                 fall …

  Note:                                            

google search photo by Andy