Poetry & Prose | D. Brent Miller

February 22, 2023

Walking with my Best Friend

Walking is one of those shared experiences that builds a relationship. That’s how our friendship started and continues to this day.

When Lin and I started dating nearly 40 years ago, we’d go for walks. Walk to the park. Walk to the ice cream store. Walk with the kid in tow. Walk the trails of the state park. We’re still walking and still dating.

Much has been written about walking as a benefit for a healthy lifestyle. Good for the heart. Burns a few calories. Experience the outdoors and fresh air. Lots of benefits.

But walking with your best friend, there are a whole lot more benefits. Time to talk. Discuss the day. Hold hands. Strengthen the friendship. Intimacy. Yes, intimacy. It’s like taking the time to sit and have a cup of coffee together. Intimacy.

See you on the highway… or a walking path somewhere.

Brent

March 28, 2021

Wind in My Face

Wind in my face to a place of rest.
A calmness comes over me,
soothing, relaxing, restoring my soul.
Quiet except for the sound of Spring.
Birds chirping. A slight breeze blowing.
Escaping the drama of the world,
ending with wind in my face going home.

See you on the highway.

Brent

March 21, 2021

The Total Freedom Machine

Ed. Note: March 21, 2021 is International Poetry Day.

Spring air coaxes me on as I lean into the curves.
The park is filled with families, kids in the playgrounds.
Overhead, an airplane tows a glider, ready to be released
to near total freedom, but it must return to earth.
The motorcycle awaits. It is the total freedom machine.

See you on the highway.

Brent

November 30, 2020

The end of November

Today is the last day of November. The 30th. It seems like the year has gone by so fast, and yet perilously slow as caution and quarantine take priority.

The weather has finally turned. What was a comfortable temperature in the low to mid fifties, is now in the mid to low thirties, raining and forecasts of the first snow that will slow down traffic and cause a little havoc on the roads and highways.

For the most part, the flowerbeds have been cleaned. The hydrangea have been cut back and hostas trimmed of their wilting leaves. It is hibernation time for the plants, and feels the same within the house.

It is a curious time going into winter. Outside activities are being replaced with indoors. Daylight is dwindling still, and yet only three weeks remain before this globe of ours starts its path around the sun to a place when a minute here and there of daylight will be added to our days. I am already anxious for that.

See you on the highway.

Brent

July 19, 2020

I love your hugs

I love your hugs, your caresses and the backrubs.
Sometimes, when we are holding each other,
I cannot tell where I end and you begin.

Brent