Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

bug if you don't go away
I'm going to take this fly swatter
and slap you into next week

I realize that insects have their place
but sometimes they are too annoying
when they buzz you in the ear
or bite when you least expect them
and the rash that follows
isn't too pleasant as well

but that's what I get
for living in the south

although if my memory serves me
the deer fly were as bad as the mosquitoes
in Colorado

but that's life for ya
damned if you do
damned if you don't

[carndo]

it's that time of the year
where memories rise
and somehow brings us to tears
those forgotten melodies that hang on
and make us remember
exactly why
we don't know
but none the less
that melancholy
rages with
and brings us to our knees
find the heart
reminding us
even when we don't want to
that some crosses
are harder to bare
than other things
but sometimes
that's life for ya

[carndo]

here I am
aged within that process
yet lost
beyond the effort
confused
within the shadows
not knowing where to go
or where I'll end up
but isn't that the question
we always ask ourselves?
I guess it doesn't matter
or does it?
oh the quandary
we put ourselves through
in this puzzlebox
we call life
if you've found the answer
let me know
because I sure as hell
havn't found it
in my sixty-four years

[carndo]

Funny
here I am reaching for words
to let others know how I feel
and yet...
certain things matter not
yes they should
but they don't
I'm left staring out the window
watching the clouds
knowing that time is standing still
without a plan
sometimes without a clue
of where I'll be next year
I guess I'll find out
when the times comes
until then I'll smile
waiting to see
what will be

[carndo]

I'm sitting here at Gilliam's gas station
enjoying a Sunday
just getting out of the house
for a while
just wasting time
and it matters not
what the day brings
I'll deal with it
everything is small stuff
even when you don't think so
just go with the flow
rough waters will pass
eventually
and you move on
with the journey at hand
never letting things get you down
just keep on walking
and smile

[carndo]

conversations held in that breath of time
where you're left thinking
but at the same moment
you're not sure
where you're headed next
but if you open your eyes
you'll find out
patience
is what's needed
I know
time is standing still
yet you have a lifetime
to find that next path
so settle down
take a breath
and wait for it
the moment will come
possibly
when you least expect it

[carndo]

those backwaters
that rise southwest
from the mountains
smooth green water
wild and free
where maybe a river turtle bobs his head
just above the water
on the bank a river otter slides
with a splash
winged insects
ride with the waves
a duck glides in the distance
and just below the water
a large carp
follows into the darkness
yes mother nature
is smiling into the sunset

[carndo]

corridors of the wind
where echoes rise
whispers touch into infinity
tangibles reaching for answers
yet never found
fingertips of mystery
looking for a greeting
pondering clouds
sailing into the sunset
where the cliffs find the snow
flickering on the ground
seasons touch
where they can
flowing from month to month
quenching the year
as life moves on

[carndo]

step in the rain
where I anticipate
how long the storm will last
and yet...
it matters not
as seconds fall into minutes
minutes into hours
hours continue the day
into the sunset
will sunshine come tomorrow?
we'll see
until then
we'll deal with the rain

[carndo]

there are some things
certain people are not interested in
regardless of how much you push it
let it go
allow others to find their own way
find their own path
it doesn't matter you don't see it their way
you probably never will
so why argue about it?
all it does is push the negative
in the forefront
and to be honest
it isn't worth the fight
sometimes just walking away
is better
than the contention made
and life goes on

[carndo]

Rivers find that breath of life
where memories rise
into the dawn
the water flows into the current
waking rifts follow the ripples
adrift into pools that swirl
rock ledges ancient in its care
cataracts cold in that womb of life
weathered rocks that touch in time
shallows reach within shore
silent waves cling into fingertips
of red clay
where catfish drift under the edge
of a granite ledge
murky in the shadows

[carndo]

lily pads
reach for the sky
within the blue water of the western pond
ducks squabble in the distance
flickering dragonflies
skimming off the water
sparkling minnows
scamper off the shore
a bullfrog jumps into the wave
and another day of spring
continues in the year
as mother nature
finds what she needs

[carndo]

the grey clouds
fill the sky
as the rain
begins to fall
just another beginning of May
that touches the seasons
where life finds its way
underneath that wing
of nature
uncharted depths
that speak a thousand tongues
remembering those eons
that continue
where it can
vast into the universe

[carndo]

those whispers
that cry in the night
desperate in that intonation
yet somehow never finding it
bitter moments
that leave you in the dust
regrets that always bite you
but somehow you can't leave them behind
so you run empty
even though you know better
tragic results
where the consequences
find one

[carndo]

those scraps of paper
that fill moments within our lives
tell something about ourselves
exactly what
I'm not sure
but then who does?
mysteries that rise
within that walk
in those travels that we make
into that hour
circles that take place
in increments
piece by piece
reveal those moments
that most of us
crave