Tag: poetry

spring ahead

it’s time to write a poem, no doubt,

but what am i to muse about?

our country’s state is looking sad–

so politics is out.

perhaps i could expound my view

on sacred things i think are true,

but that might make some people mad–

so no religion, too.

and yet, here, on this winter’s day,

there is one thing that i could say

that’s sure to make most people glad–

spring is on its way!

–photo by me

the fat lady sings (archives)

the end is come, the veil falls

an earthquake breaks the temple walls

hell freezes over, donkeys fly

in chicken little’s falling sky

the son of god comes back again

a comet brings a fiery end

the mayan calendar runs out

the trumpets sound, the angels shout

atomic war destroys the nations

shiva’s wrath aborts creation

the universe implodes at last

for time itself has come and passed

–image by ai

Shot of the Morning 2/13/25

So far, February has been much colder than January; it seems like we’ve been a month behind in weather all winter. That may have been beneficial on the front end of the season, but it will not bode well come spring.

It’s almost 30 below again this morning. Cars make a crunching noise on the snow, there are popping sounds from the buildings as they contract, and the great, unblinking eye of an ice halo glares at us puny men.

i’m chilled to the bone

by the great eye’s icy stare–

that, and bitter cold

–Photo by me

Song of the Wizard (archives)

I met a wizard one day by a creek;

I sat down and listened when he started to speak.

He spoke of the nature of space and of time;

He said they’re illusions construed in our minds.

He said that we’re born from the ashes of stars,

And that some of my kids will be living on Mars!

He said that the grass is every color but green,

There’s no future or past–but only, in-between,

In other dimensions, beyond the known three,

Inertial momentum becomes gravity.

He told me of things so amazing and grand,

That most of his words I could not understand.

He saw my confusion, to him I was blind;

He said the solution was to open my mind,

And reaching in his pocket, smiling at me,

He pulled out a locket and inside was a key.

He said, “Take this with you wherever you go,

And in turn, you will learn everything you must know.”

So I started to walk, to look for a door

That the key would unlock, so I could learn more;

I searched in the valleys and meadows and brooks,

In streets and in alleys and even in books;

I searched a whole lifetime for that hidden door–

I searched every when, where, why and what for.

Then one day it hit me–I must’ve been blind

Not to see that the key had really opened my mind,

And now I’m a wizard, and I’m telling you

If you sit down and listen, I can make you one too–

Take this old key, try every door you can find,

And one day you’ll see that you have opened your mind.

–Image by AI

Innocence

O innocence,

Where have you gone?

As I grow old,

The things of this world

Begin to fade away,

And I find myself

Looking for you.

Yet, I know the truth:

You never left. I did.

Perhaps it’s time

To return to

The meadow.

–Image by Nativeshinee