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A Reflection of Myself In Her Eyes
Perhaps it is not
her I love.
Not her wistful
gray/blue eyes
but what they reflect--
some dusted, discarded
image of myself
that reappears
to my stunned
surprise.
Perhaps
it is not her many virtues
that I see,
but that younger
hopeful
reflection of
Me.
Vacation From Selfhood
Oh-
the bliss
of the blank slate.
When "nothing"
crosses the mind's
portals
much more
than once.
That identity
that clings
like a cheap suit
releases your
body
from its
musty grip.
The constant
rehash
the replay
lost
in an
amorphous ether.
Asleep...
Awake...
Neither?
Before I Go...
And will
there be a
place with a delicious
hush...
a lap in the land
where I can finally rest
my riotious head.
And there
will be no need to
charge the wind--
I will let it
brush and
replenish my
barren cheek.
Will I accept
the ocean's tide
the high and low
the ebb and flow...
before I go?
Colonoscopy
Colonoscopy
in the funeral parlor bathroom
and thought
odd
how the light
seems to divinely illuminate me
through the stained glass window
as if I was part of a purifying ritual.
I strained and strained
and wondered about
that test
and how long
I have before
that dreaded
rest.
**Copyright 2007, Doug Holder
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