This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.
Heart Full of Leaves
I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused …
White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem
The lights are fluorescent The children are bored bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor It is a lovely game, Defend! Block and break brown and tope skin bathed evenly in White robes, red and black armor Little bodies, move and grow Disciplined with play skill not yet learned bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor They are warriors! Prepare! the world for us parental beasts It is hard and bathed evenly in …
The Great Cloth – Poem
I have seen a great cloth covering my light pin holes in the black cloth in constellations like stars what if I was like that me a cloth covering the light inside every like I chose to touch was another pin hole constellations form one source of light
Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley
Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be …
Stuck Eggs and Cheese
Synopsis I do a lot of dishes being a foster parent of a varying amount of kids can be difficult. Sometimes after dealing with meltdowns, homework, managing their chores and making sure we have fun I like to settle down to a nice large pile of dishes that need to be hand washed. Obviously, that is a lie, I would rather read, watch T.V., sleep or rock quietly in the corner and weep softly. I always …
What Is Real Treasure
Around the proverbial campfire Fueled by the thermal decay of culture and civilization The sky was dark, and the stars turned lazily Cold and deep as the void. Is it the void? Two humans sit you and me Huddled together for warmth Greedy, hungry the fire sustains us Warm and bright like withering innocence Is it youth? You and I discuss values Under a blanket that is priceless Us made of the very same material …
Don’t I Know You – A Poem By Aaron Blakeley
Where have I seen you before? Peeking in the window during my worst mistakes Jotting down my words and placing then in the seat of regret There you were watching with wet eyes You hated your job but laughed often You begged and pleaded with me Why when the waves wash over the shores Why when the squall knocks down the tent Why do I forget you immediately How lovely you are daughter of the …