Ron Whitehead



on parting poems

 

 

 

 

Wed, 5 Aug 2009

 

 

on parting


as Daddy drew ever closer to death I searched for
and found a winding hill country backroad to wander
where I hear a bobwhite and a warbling wren
and the grinding gnashing sounds of machines vanish

ron whitehead

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Thu, 13 Aug 2009

 

 

on parting


the bottom of your water bucket broke
mother earth drank the last drops
the moon's reflection is now heard
in the nightingale's song


ron whitehead

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on parting


deep in the worn turquoise chair on the pining knotholed porch
as the sweet mountain song of gently harped rain on green tin roof
as wild white rose petals waltz in twilight's last breeze
with half closed eyes i drift i dream of you to distant land's gone


ron whitehead

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Tue, 18 Aug 2009

 

on parting

in this fleeting wild country moment life
in all its soaring natural beauty
i watch one long line of fifteen young scurrying quail
and one swooping hawk

ron whitehead

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on parting

a long time
in the wooded wilderness of my Kentucky boyhood
Daddy taught me how to talk with crows
his foot on the one he shot a murder of them circling above

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead


on parting

dear God i pray that when my time comes to cross over
i pray that the crossing be quick
i pray that it be
lightning

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead






after Daddy's passing, spending precious healing grounding time in country with Mama.

long backroad bicycle rides, nearly done writing new book: on parting, the storm generation manifesto, & other poems. but now i feel fires rising. will soon be on the move again. where to? not sure yet.

We Are THE STORM GENERATION!!!!!!!

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