White Dome
Peaking over trees
Far away
Across the lake
Ominous
Lurking
A sign of something
On the horizon
A marker
For the way home
A marker
Of troubled times
In dangerous lands
Surrounding the dome
Where injuries wound
Heart and soul
Tread carefully
Around the dome
Or be scarred
Forevermore
– James Dubeau
Why is it
That I forget to do
That which I claim
To enjoy doing?
Why can’t I remember?
Why can’t I do it?
The days tick on past
But not one neuron fires
To remember
What I should do
What I want to do
What I need to do
– James Dubeau
Holding down
The end of the bar
While the nexus
Works the room
Bouncing
Person to person
Introductions
Pleasantries
Gratefulness
Hard work
Adorned the walls
In plain view
To be admired
Judged
Critiqued
While I sit
Drink in hand
Supporting the bar
Through the storm
– James Dubeau
Sat there
Staring
But nothing
Came through
Couldn’t find
What I needed
What I wanted
What would make me
Happy
Sat there
Staring
Until I gave up
And went on my way
To face
My fears
Alone
– James Dubeau
Shades of discolored white
Mix on the horizon
Obscuring golden sun
Between ice and sky
For another gray day
Where my soul
Still beats on
And falls
Down the spiral
A little further
Every day
Towards the inevitable
Slowly dwindle?
Sudden and forceful?
End
What will cause
Life’s marble
To cease rolling
Along the golden tracks
And to be lost
In the dark recesses
Forever gone
Under the refrigerator
– James Dubeau
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