Valley Blues
Yearning for learning of myths slow burning
Oh home -
How I miss you today
Enjoy this article X poetry piece about a time previously lived in a mountain town exploring the Islands of B.C. and its cattle ranges.
The place called home is a desert amidst the valley near the mountains aflame, with coastal lines a few highway hours away.
A few years prior, it would have been a flood-barren prairie western town known for vicious crime, vastly similar to Batman’s Gotham City - without the justice or storyline. Amusing how it takes only 12 short months for a life to completely transform.
Seeds of longing mixed with regret into a concoction of misfortune plagues evening thoughts. Sleep fades and memories overtake floodways.
Was it meant to be - this unique timing. Or was it cut short instead due to fear and anxious longing for connection back home again.
These thoughts remain when sleep stays in-accomplished.
From hiking and exploring to evening wandering for bar hopping, a desire to return and experience all unfortunately vague things such as bookclubs and volunteering instills these veins.
Although recognition and praise for accomplishments at work is gained, as well as satisfying personal goals of socialization and networking in-person made, it was simply unfulfilling to put it bashfully.
A shot at making unique difference struck me as novelty with colleagues motivating us endlessly. Being an intellectual person and curious by nature, it makes me wonder whether the move back to North was worthy after all. The major events were accomplished quickly, though critical life skills were gained - some of which I may have been forced in acknowledgement if I stuck around in the mountain range longer than expected.
Laying with my sack in the grass while staring at the stars naked above me blanketed in moonlight glow, a tent near the peak for laying will be a memory near and dear. A tang of regret for indulging in photographs and texting more than capturing the ever too short memories though stings as I recapture everything.
I see why the above envy us eternal beings - each moment could be our last, or at least a flailing memory of recalling due to distraction or paranoia in the midst of doughy thinking.
I thought the chance to get back would be an opportunity provided immediately. Instead, I patiently wait feeling agony surrounding.
Excitement pans the structure as I plan the escape once and for good back home to the valley again
Trauma is the first word
that appears on sacred lips
when memories of a time so lost
are recalled again -
the beauty and grace
of holding an embrace
in a novel place full of lively bliss
♾
Only endless opportunities forego
when the sun shines low
overwhelming our systems
all spurred up for once in a gust
before leaves drowning our sorrows
too full a cup when our rakes mistake play
for begging when we simply desired times
at musty river banks enclosed in valleys again
♾
Money flees as we save away sanity only barely
and slim credit card cheques
paid endlessly, slightly scratching dents
feeding algae matter being the payment scheme
to keep the wealthy in costally free
where the clouds hang lower
which brights sweet teeth mellowing
for stars mightily in flight
where possibilities stream
as tranquil rivers dream
on a salmon route, musketeers sing
♾
From the bareback of a bison
cut up and shown neatly
everso near me, slowly fading away
how I desire to fly up up up
home and never return
to that unpalatable of a place
and its memories of equitable gains
equipping costly pains, a break turned mistake
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Comments (9)
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Beautiful, congrats !🔥
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A beautiful poem, and a fantastic top story!
Congrats on TS!!
Congratulations on your TS!
Lac Du Bois Grassland Park, B.C. is beautiful now. Love your picture. I am awed that nature changes her skirts so readily, from barren to lush in 12 months, you say? Amazing. One of many reasons I enjoy traveling to new places is seeing how nature transforms again and again. Thank you for giving a glimpse of the place. And congratulations on Top Story! 🥳
I can feel your heart and soul here in your words, excellent work
WOW! I can relate to your prose story. Lots of people wanna get away, to find out later, yeah, that break was a mistake. Been there