And what can be said about
When there was no when?
There was no here here
And there was no then then.
There’s nothing more to say;
I think this better end
Before there’s then then here
Or maybe here here then.
Tag: poetry
earth eyes
i woke up one morning
and much to my surprise
everybody’s eyes
were my eyes
and i knew that
from that day on
i would be kind
to everybody
i woke up one morning
Crying Icicles
Wet icicles drip steadily
Outside my bay window,
Yet they bring to mind
no apt metaphor today.
drip, drip
My calendar says that
My soulmate passed on
Seven years ago today,
But I’m over it…sort of.
drip, drip
Damn you icicles!
May the north wind
freeze you solid again!
Please stop dripping.
Please stop.
Surgery Today
Well, I’m off to the hospital this morning for surgery. At 63, there’s no guarantees that I won’t flatline on the table, but I’m in pretty good shape, so I think I’ll be fine.
I told my kids that if I did croak, I would consider myself lucky to exit so easily. We don’t all get out of here without suffering, but we all have to go. I thought I’d drop this pic of my granddaughter Milliana and I in the back yard with another friend. I’ll be bock, lol.
haiku 29
conifer sentries
watch over the coming of
dawn in the forest
–photo by me
dreams of summer
highly polished lakes
cradled among verdant hills
reflect a great yen
the dreamer seeks clarity
hidden among obstacles
–photo by me
Starting Fluid
Snow falls silently outside
And the still of the morning
Is pleasantly preserved.
I stare into the endless
Swirling eddies of steam
Wafting up from the hot
Mahogany, life-giving
Ambrosia before me.
A sip, and I am lost in the
burnished, heady brew.
The starter spins — nothing.
I take another glorious sip.
More spinning–nothing.
There’s enough light now
To see the deer feeder
Out the back window;
I’m glad it’s empty again.
One more sip now, and —
Vrooooom!
Now where did I put that
Bag of feed for the deer?
children of the grave
as ozzy sang out years ago
the children start to march
what kind of world are we giving them
they can see we have no heart
we make them go to school
with guns and drugs and knives
and our leaders will not change the rules
to save our children’s lives
they all bow to money now
and democracy unwinds
but when their own child is gunned down
I think they’ll change their minds
simplicity
i’m walking to work
and now i don’t have to drive
to the gym either
when we simplify our lives
we may find that less is more
–computer art by me
To Grampa (2050 CE)
The waters are warm
And supercells form
You took all the calm
And left me the storm
For all you were worth
I was heir to the earth
How could you not care
You were there at my birth
You knew all along
That it was all wrong
Polluting the air as
You sang me a song
You’re not here to blame
So I’ll live with the shame
In this world you left
I still carry your name
–Photo by me
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