Comin’ Back To Me

Through an open, where no curtain hung — I saw you…

Original DDE™ art: “Many Paths” by: rob kistner © 12/8/25

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When Elias returned to the valley after forty years, nothing had changed except him. The houses sagged in their same crooked ways, and the river still braided silver ribbons through the pines. But the mountain—his mountain—waited with the stillness of something that had been watching all along.

He stood at its base, breath misting in the cold.

“The granites and schists of my dark and stubborn country,” he said aloud, tasting the old words  his father once recited, “have not forgotten me.”

A faint vibration answered, subtle as a heartbeat felt through earth. Elias stepped closer. Memory rose from the ground—his childhood footprints, his mother’s laughter, the echo of a boy’s unbroken hope.

“I thought I was lost,” he whispered, choking back years of tears.

The mountain offered no comfort, only presence.

Yet somehow, that was enough to bring him home.

 

rob kistner © 12/8/25

Poetry at: dVerse

 

This song I consider to be one of the most stunningly beautiful, and yet, most devastatingly sad songs ever written… the depth of Balin’s lyrics and the fragile delicacy of the performance are masterful!!  …and the Rickie Lee Jones performance below will break your heart, if it is not already broken…

Bear’n Up

Original DDE™ art: “Cadbury Crazy” by: rob kistner © 12/8/25

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in the hush of Arctic midnight

when most sane creatures sleep

a giant Kodiak bear

lumbers through the snow’n sleet

an appointment he needs keep

 

driven by a sinister craving

a craving dark and deep

 

not  salmon

not ripe berries

not moose steaks on the grill—

no

this bear wants Cadbury eggs

and he craves to get his fill

 

he raids the local sweet shops

trips the bells with joyful clout

paws the pastel wrappers

till the crème is all squished out

 

he stacks them like fine treasures

each egg a sacred prize

then toddles off in darkness

quite pleased with life

 

a subtle twinkle in his

Ursus arctos eyes

 

now folks in Nome

leave him offerings—

a box or two each night

in hope that Sticky

(the bear ‘s handle)

will spare their doors

and keep the peace polite

 

but still he comes a-rumbling

a legend now well known:

the mighty Cadbury-Crazed Kodiak

who rules the streets

and the sweets

 

rob kistner © 12/8/25

Poetry at: dVerse