Month: January 2026

Maybe I just don’t know and

I am afraid to venture out

And look for where the rivers

Flow together into the oceans.

Maybe there are answers there.

Maybe they can tell me why she

Left me and what I did wrong.

I ‘ll look for the Arkansas River.

I hear it flows softly and has a

Lot of answers and presents

Them smoothly with no inference

Of guilt. My kind of river, so smooth

And always ready to return. I bear

On guilt and what I just said holds

Now and forever. That is what I want.

Stanski

January 30, 2026, ^.

The tree in the meadow

Came crashing down. It

Hit breaking branches

And leaving a mess.

Lightning and thunder followed.

Subsequently, a storm ensued.  

I scampered to safety. My heart

Was beating amd my emotions

Kicked in. I remembered the

Stream passing by the fallen tree.

Carved upon that tree lying on

The ground were the words

“I’ll love you until I die”. I will

Always remember that look in

Your eye when I carved it into the tree.

The meadow will stay but the tree

Is gone forever. It will never serve

As a meeting place. The words

Are etched in my heart and

That will do.

Stanski

January 29, 2026, ^