I should have saved
Those leftover dreams
But here’s that rainy day
Here’s that rainy day
They told me about
And I laughed at the thought
That it might turn out this way
Where is that worn out wish
That I threw aside
After it brought my love so near
Funny how love becomes
A cold rainy day
That rainy day is here
How love becomes
A cold rainy day
That rainy day is here
Written by Jimmy Van Heusen
I found a poem I’d written two years ago, wobbly and foggy headed. Written from hospital bed high above the Seattle skyline. The surgeon had taken my thyroid, then a second surgery on heels of the first to stop an angry hemorrhage. Had a hard time stabilizing, and with day six of yet another bed-bound meal of jello and broth when it soaked in how good my life really was. Here’s to all of you out there struggling along, with an occasional patch of sunbeams and color peeking through the grey.
Jello red it shines
in Pudding bowl and waiting
And chicken broth a golden hot that warms me
All IV places swelling, bruised
Electric shocks into my hands
The wound from surgery still pains
And pressured chest from walking
But still red jello shines
The golden broth it warms
And beauty sings above the pain,
A song about my life.
Her eyes they brown as chocolate brown
A smile wide and joyful
His careful placing of the cuff
and working on the details
Raw I feel and wobbly
Too many days no shower
But still I see
Eyes bright and kind
One working on the details
And beauty sings above the pain.
A song about my life
My daughter Maley is a poet. I’m posting her latest poetry on my blog, as I love the content and heart of what this contains.
A word from Maley, and then her poem.
Poetry is a big thing in my family. Here is a poem I wrote that scratches the surface of some deep topics. It’s a challenge for myself and a challenge to others on this path. Blessing to each one He has called.
What makes a great actor? It’s an art that is tough.
So many people think they’ve got the stuff.
They see that they’re gifted, it’s what they so crave.
But it’s no gift at all if it’s selfish and grave.
It’s ruined, it’s lacking, it’s finished, it’s trivial.
It won’t find it’s mark in the history that’s pivotal.
To be a great actor’s no fortune or fame.
It’s the heart of the servant, to give without gain.
You see acting’s the art of bringing to life,
A character’s story of trial and strife.
It’s their realness of tears and the realness of laughter.
It’s putting their heart in the pain and the chatter.
Don’t you see, this cannot be accomplished?
With a heart that is numbed out, prideful or tarnished.
And what has become of the scripts that we write?
They take all our value for such a cheap price.
We fill it with crudity, violence— it’s cheesy.
Cause quality writing is truly not easy.
It takes extra money, it takes extra time.
We don’t have the patience; we say it’s just fine.
But decade by decade, the years slip away.
And the horrid sad truth is our children will pay.
For art paints the pathway of morals and logic,
It determines if we become holy or toxic.
It changes our ethics, the way that we vote.
Now that, don’t you think is worthy a note?
The bedsheets of Beelzebub
That scratch and itch
And wrongly rub
Little balls of itchy wrinkles
Like a dog poop salad
With little sprinkles
Like the sleep of a guilty conscience
Like an itchy canine
Scraping his haunches
But cross the river to Target’s door
With one months pay and a little more
Fresh like Heaven’s rescue netting
We float away on brand new bedding
By Ted Boyl-Davis
September 16, 2016
“The hose of solitude,”
The tube that carries air to lungs
For tired body fast asleep
a-dreaming dreams forgets to breathe
“The hose of solitude”
And so he leaves it lying there
And lays beside me
The man is breathing shallow snores
And now no breath
Long stretch of still
If I can wait
he’s got to breath
I can not take this sleepless night!
The moments pass
Before I dig
With elbow into silent side
and now he starts again
He starts right up as my heart jumps
The hose of air
Might it be true
Could mean more left of me and you
September 7, 2016