Terrible Cost

         Terrible Cost

In a creek bottom years ago,
Adventures, so much to explore.
Just a boy, naively so,
Memories learned to ignore.

Curiosity lost within soul,
Kill the memory kill the pain,
Life fragmented, not whole,
Frostbite's agony as life regain.

In the creek free from all,
Solace even though already shards.
Before knew broken already called,
Deception of innocence when already marred.

At the creek was safe,
Days filled with fishing and forts.
Time exposes what must face,
Lost memories need a port.

Scars that leave mark unseen,
Body tense though memories lost.
Truth washes away all unclean,
Paid a terrible cost.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-272)

Loose Cannon

                    Loose Cannon

Term "loose cannon" floating in my mind as wake.
A loose cannon on an old warship (sailing ship) could wreck it.
A cannon broke loose, always when in rough seas wreaking havoc.
Hurting or killing the very ones who use it, hindering the ships created purpose.

At times we can be "loose cannons."
Abusive people are "loose cannons."
I can be a "loose cannon" - to myself and others.
Loose cannon in soul, damages and destroys self and relationships with others.

Words, anger, fear, shame, broke free in storms of life - "loose cannons."
People run for their lives away from "loose cannons."
A couragous few must anchor the "loose cannon" back to the deck.
Nimble, wise, seasoned, skilled, patient, disciplined shipmates secure the "loose cannon" and make the ship safe.
"Loose cannon" safe and secure.
Crew safe and secure.
Ship safe and secure.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.