2020-10-12 – Fade of Vader

my inner Vader
draws her
in..

like Leia lunging
skyward with
crystal blue
saber

but there’s no Solo
savior to swoop
in to save
her, so..

Jabba and Boba Frett
but she’ll survive,
after all..

she’s whose
daughter?

Fallen Father
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=

..and of course, credits roll on forever.

Vader image at – https://www.amazon.ca/Shukqueen-Numbers-Adults-Painting-Beginner/dp/B07TXCKKFY

Leia image at – https://hubpages.com/entertainment/Star-Wars-7-Princess-Leia-Mans-A-Light-Saber

2020-09-23 – A Long Remember

sweet sister, it’s
been a year
since,

and winter’s coming so
i’ll wrap and send you the late
delivered home baked
sweater,

cause i’m too dead
in this buried
a weather,

to come see you,
though i’d like
to, i hope
by next

long
december,

+++

it’s past
due.

and cold
remembers.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=

image by shakealicious (yes, that’s right) at – https://www.deviantart.com/shakealicious/art/A-Dark-Winter-13807543

..and it bites the bedroom blue.

2020-09-13 – Brown Sugar Butter

even the breeze in Gran’s
kitchen tasted like
a scotch and
buttered
rum

sucker,

plastic on it crinkling
like my cheeks on
saran wrap

furniture,

snacks offered smooth
spread with love
and farm’s
own

brown sugar
butter,

felt it tasted better,
safer, in her soft
presence,

++++

still biting at dust
bunnies in her
everlasting
absence.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=

image: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/237629/brown-sugar-cinnamon-butter/

2020-09-05 – Bev Shaw Parkway

i had an uncle Bev,
he told me it was the
name that made
him stronger,

i don’t
doubt it,

he survived a round
trip tour armed a
soldier’s rifle,

with a name like that
slung over his
shoulder,

can you
imagine?

he was much like
a dad, only a
good one,

never flashed how
grand he
was,

but you felt it his hand
shaking the soul of
any townie,

i watched it in the way
he brushed off
praise,

graced with the
grace enough
to spread it
’round,

liked his morning
toast slightly
burnt,

he’s long passed but a
bright stretch of
asphalt

holds his
name,

dear old Bev,
still offering guests
his homespun
hospitality,

++++

and a wistful wave
as we drive
his way.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=

…and then away, until next stormy day.