Once Bold


As life
Is called to the root
And winter’s closet,
To sleep
In earthen cloak
And fold

All that was fine summery
And light green
Is made russet
And tinged gold
In withdrawing chromatography.
The once plump
Is made papery
And freckled
With age,
And transition
Is fading display
Of the bold
To its beautiful knees.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

Stiff And Staid

I reach for the beautiful pen
And graceful turns
Of poetry
To please the page

But find
My fingers fat as sausages
And the pen,
A cactus.
And my heart
Pumping sand
Through the plaque
Of my veins

And so I write
The wrongness
So it might
From staid
And stillness
To the curves
Of energy flow,
The hopeful pen
Smooth on inky magic,
And once again imprinted

With tenderness untroubled.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

For You Out There

The Likes
On my offered work
Are certainly
When you,  genius friend –
Whose work
Is masterly
And touches
The substance
Of the wide eyed bridge
Between mind
And beautification,
– Like my words,
I am enthralled
With the closeness
Of creation
And I wish
Our touching
Was a friendship
In the real
Matter of the world.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

Gifted – A Future

When prisons
Are lights
And birth places
Of the newly born.
For those in need,
The digressed children
Of the world,
Patterned and learned,
Patterned and learned.

Where time spent
Is rich maturation
In the loam
Of love.
Where all who leave
Are first made whole
And go,
Full of heart
Full of blood,
Gifted all
That they would steal,
Gifted all
That was withheld,
Gifted all
That they would need.

They leave gifted.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015