sum it up
+ x – =

is it in the space between us
or the places where we touch
that produces friction
or attraction
the need for addition
or subtraction
figures determined
to figure out
just what it’s all about

~
the poem is my contribution for the picture prompt challenge.

from week forty-eight
fantastic book listing, photos, art, good writing, poetry and people.
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The Best Books I’ve Read in 2010 . by Glynn Young at Faith, Fiction, Friends

Wednesday Wonder: All Things Small . by Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper

Thoughts On The Beach . by Steve Gravano at Take A Look Around

Soft Colour Wip . by Carina at Carina’s craftblog

Playing With The Moon . by Deborah at Kickcan & Conkers

Russian Log Houses . by Lambert at Lambert Le Blog

Kindle: poem . by Laura at The Well Spring

55 – Walmart Romeo . by Brian Miller at WayStationOne

Real Executives Don’t Blog . by Bradley J. Moore at Shrinking The Camel

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~

fool that i am
sorrow in a goodbye
that i did not want to say
i swallow my feelings whole
and they go down
like oysters raw
slipping into depth’s darkness
their salty trace
a bitter taste
on my tongue

~

i took the header photo, above, today on a road that i take fairly often. 
it once was a back road to get to beaverton, it’s still a back road,
comparatively speaking.  the traffic has gone from meandering tractors,
pick-ups and little car traffic, to very fast commuter traffic. 

i pulled off the road as far as i could, which still left my car very close to
the line.  it was late in the day and cloudy, but the sun was peeking out for
what i knew would only be a minute or two, so i put on the hazard lights,
and as they were blinking away, i grabbed my camera and watched for a
chance to jump out of my car. 

quickly making my way to the middle of the bridge, to take the photograph,
cars were zooming past, and i imagined getting the life smacked out of me
by a car.  but, as i saw the light hit the water, all was silent.  for one second,
the world stood still.

~
• blog site for tualatin riverkeepers

• article . hiking the lost falls of the tualatin river

 ~

there’s a song
in me
somewhere
that’s ready to sing

there’s a gift
inside
that’s hiding

words
not meant for
rhyming

rhythm

needing
the right timing

i know
it’s there
i feel
it’s beat

getting stronger

but
how
much longer
will it be

before i
see

~
for one shot wednesday, week twenty-two,
at one stop poetry – where poets writers and artist meet.
write your poem – and leave the link here.