Boom or Bust

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I read today

“Eventually all boom towns

Go bust.”

They must.

Just saw a plume and dust cloud

Out the window

Really?

Sure but only briefly.
We Spiro Tunnel misery

In sleuce-ing  tears

Our ore carts dry and coveting

WD40

A fuss?  A tragedy?

for years

The hours of Dichotomous comedy

Life’s psycho-ling

a painful moment Bill Nye

The city limits  whine

Go green and stream it

Live to redeem it

So Nature does her thing

In winning back a stake

Of sleeping populations

She grieves

In haves and must haves

MUst we HAVE?

Won’t be much left

To save
A national disaster

And for a potato sack race

No saving face except in

Humbling

Sound rebuilding

The play’s the thing

Imagining

In re erecting blue steel

Feeling a blessed yet to be

Created wonderfully

Re guild and toss the guilt

Prone Less to falling short

More to more starts and stars

Clip to the rocking quarter moon

Uncharted Walls

Unbolted free climbs

Uncolored routes

Requires iron will and rainbows

Young Will

A Dust off Drop cloth

a droll mud knife

For Rust off

Soft whispering,

“Be still old heart”

Just let the  Ancient magic

Start to WORK!

Art

There Arise

And set new forms and molds

Refining fire, water, earth, breath, air and ice

An alchemy Of Hope

Ain’t no dope better than,

No sense ….in scolding white gold

Sure You’re there Summiting

And summering  a rugged

herstory  full circle

of rolling finger prints

scrapes and splintered gashes

You’re bleeding in the ashes

Your’re seeking wound care

And treating with infection

Just don’t concede

That foot hold needs you

To Keep you proving all the right stuff

Metered rope rhyme

That delicate arch and grip

That even a modest

Comely child can read

If but to lip sync

Just dream that  Super Eight

That Mustard seed glue

A faith in grape seeds

A true religion needs you

And so you sip there

Disguised as

people drinking coffee

Skiing in Park City

Just See the leaves there, Driver,

Ain’t they Uber pretty?

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About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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