This is a book of poetry written from the heart. Very little editting has been done to keep the true meaning of the poem intact. So, from my heart to yours, I hope you enjoy these poems - thank you
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The Storm
A Book of Poetry
Joseph P Hradisky Jr
I dedicate this book to my wonderful wife, Terri, my two sons, Alec and Ian. And to all the poets who need to put their work out there and to forget about all the critics who would say no.
Anyone depicted in this book bears no resemblance to persons living or dead.
This is the property of Joseph P Hradisky Jr, all rights reserved.
Thank you for reading my book.
HOW FAR ALONG THIS ROAD HAVE I TRAVELED?
MY SHOES SHOW THE RAVAGES OF TIME AND DISTANCE
ONLY THREADS KEEP THE HOT PAVEMENT AWAY FROM BARE SKIN
I STAND ON A CROSSROAD
FILLED WITH RACING TOADS
IN FINE AUTO CARS
RESEMBLING PICKLING JARS
THEIR MAGNIFICANTLY LOUD ENGINES ROAR
WHILE LITTLE HORNS BEEP FOR
ROOM TO DASH IN AND OUT OF
THE SLOW MOVERS IN THEIR WAY
JUST LIKE THE WHITE RABBIT
LATE FOR A DATE SO THEY RUSH IT
CARELESS WHEN THE WAY IS CLEAR
OR SMASHING AT YOU WITH RISING FEAR
FOR DEEP DOWN INSIDE THEY TRULY KNOW
AND IN THEIR DEEP BLACK EYES IT SHOWS
THAT IN ALL THEIR RUSHING SO BOLD
THEY’RE HEADED FOR AN EARLY GRAVE SO COLD
SO HONEST, AND CAREFUL, DRIVERS BEWARE
FOR IN THIS AGE YOU HAD BETTER TAKE CARE
NOT TO LOOSE YOUR SENSES ON THE BROKEN ROAD
YOU MAY DIE BECAUSE OF COWARDS TOO BOLD.
I SEE THE RAIN IN THE AIR
WITH NO CLOUDS IN THE SKY
ON A WARM HAZY DAY
STIRRED BY A GENTLE BREEZE
I SEE AN OLD WOMAN WALKING
DOWN A SIDEWALK WORN WITH AGE
I SEE THE GROUP OF BEAUTIFUL
WOMEN SHE WALKS WITH
EACH ONE A VISION OF HER
WITH THE WEAR OF AGE ERASED
LIKE THE LAYERS OF AN ONION
TILL THE CORE YOUTH CAN BE SEEN
I SEE THE RAIN IN THE AIR
AS THE WIND SHIFTS SUBTLY
BUT THE WOMAN HAS CONFUSED ME
I AM UNCERTAIN IF IT’S HAS BEEN OR WILL BE
I SEE THE CRACKED WOOD OF AN OLD DRESSER
THE PAINT FADED AND PEELING
REVEALING THE OTHER LAYERS BELOW
EACH ONE A STEP BEFORE
BRAND NEW AND FULLY PAINTED
A FRAME AWAITING THE FINISING PIECES
A LOG WAITING TO BE CUT
AND A TALL PINE TREE WAITING TO BE CUT DOWN
I SEE THE RAIN IN THE AIR
FORMING LINES ACROSS THE SKY
LIKE AN OLD TELEVISION
IN NEED OF REPAIR
I SEE THE RAIN IN THE AIR
FALLING ONTO THE DRY GROUND
SENDING SPURTS OF DUST INTO THE AIR
AS RAINBOWS FORM FROM OILS ON THE ROAD
THE RAIN I HAVE SEEN WAS COMING
THE WOMAN I SAW WILL ALWAYS BE BEAUTIFUL
THE DRESSER WILL FALL APART BUT NOT
THE MEMORY OF WHAT IT WAS
LIKE THE TELEVISION CAN BE REPLACED
BY A NEW ONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
LIKE THE FALLING RAIN AND THE GRAY SKY
NOT KNOWING IF IT’S REAL OR A VISION OF WHAT CAN BE
THE HEAT RISES UP THROUGH MY
WORN SHOES AS THE SUN BEATS
DOWN FROM A CLOUDLESS SKY
SEARING THROUGH MY TATTERED CLOTHES
WIPING THE SWEAT FROM MY EYES
I GAZE DOWN THE BURNING BLACK
RIBBONS OF HIGHWAY, LIKE THE MARKS OF SKIS