Category Archives: Poems

Stoned and Sideways

So I got this stone-paper notebook

because a hundred notebooks

are just not enough

and I like it

If it’s not worth doing badly,

Is it worth it at all?

Must one avoid it

If one must/might fall?

My choice is to jump in

In spite of the risk…

…of not being perfect

…or of slipping a disc

What I am seeking is unclear to me;

It slides silently… 

…sideways…

…and just out of reach

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Looking for Light in the News of the Day

In light of the darkness of recent events

I am feeling befuddled

And mixed up and tense

I’ve grown tired of the pickets

on this particular fence

Too much manipulation

Too much pretense

Some days I achieve empathy

Would I rather be dense?

Ah, well, life is so good when I look up and around

…and maybe the news can be simply turned down.

Attitude

Winter has hit

Gently

But firmly

Snow takes its place in the air and on the ground

I do not object

to the season

But is there really any reason

That it has to go on and on and on for months at a time?

Maybe it will be lovely all winter long

My attitude is in need of an upgrade

Sunday is a Beginning

Will I ever write again?

And if so, I wonder when?

Will I discover someone oh-so-grand?

Like Dick Van Patton or Ayn Rand?

Something is there

on the edge of my brain

Waiting for a a word or a way to explain

How to cope with the world and the rocky terrain

I remain.

 

While Awake

It is difficult

   and tiresome

Lying so still

    watching my mind

Awake

   counting backwards

One hundred to one

   and remaining alert

Long after I’m done

POETIC LICENSE (or Four)

Daily Prompt: Suspicious

 I DO NOT LIKE THE WORD IAMB

WILL YOU DEFINE IT IF YOU CAN?

I DO NOT LIKE IAMBIC FEET

THOUGH METERS MAKE ME FEEL COMPLETE

 ANTIPESTIC TETRAMETER

SENDS ME PACKING AS A READER*

DOES THIS DEFINE THE ONE TRUE WAY?

HOW CAN THAT EVER BE OKAY?

 

*OR…DEPENDING ON PRONUNCIATION:

ANTIPESTIC TETRAMETER

IS THIS THE BEST BAROMETER?

 

An Inkling of Cautious Optimism

via Daily Prompt: Inkling

I had a bit of an inkling

           as to what is required

but less of an inkling

           now that I’ve retired

I look forward to exploring

           with a dollop of dread

while visions of happiness

           dance in my head

With an inkling of mortality

           and an inkling of life

Expecting the joyful might

           outrun the strife

 

 

 

It Occurs to Me….

It occurs to me

That I need not be

Accountable on any date

For every possible twist of fate

Responsibility has its place

And doggedly persevering

can win the race

But….

Advice to me was recently given

That there’s a time in space

For being driven

And…

This is something good to know:

There is also a time to

LET. IT. GO.

Anticipate

via Daily Prompt: Anticipate

What can happen?

Who  can say

     As I flounder through the day

Seeking to be well-aware

      of all the good

I’m almost there

     and if you look,

it’s everywhere.

Appalling stuff has such a draw

     all the news that’s fit to awe

it shouts and beckons

    with screaming hues

           attempting to distort all views

Enough, enough

I choose to find

     some wisdom ways

        to calm my mind

Perspective and context

       a path to grace

Anticipate this joyful place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SLEEP is a word that looks funny to me at the moment for some reason

Good Night, Gracie

Insights abound

and perspectives are found

and still I find myself thinking around

       in circles and tangents in more than one bound

Awakened abruptly mid-sleep in my bed

and wondering where all the insights have fled

and why do I still get these feelings of dread

with unwelcome thoughts that pop into my head

Ah, well, it’s a cycle, it’s a pendulum swing

Last night I was laughing a lot in a dream

An optimistic upheaval; a paradigm shift?

A chance that I’m finally catching the drift?

Look at these thoughts that give me no clue

and the awful imaginings that have seldom rung true

See them clearly for the imposters they are

Seemingly logical, yet impossibly vague

Midnight meanderings are usually wrong

That’s a real thing that some scientist said

Not at your best when lying down half asleep

Counting back from a hundred with some rag-taggled sheep

Practice relinquishing future prediction

What a collection of unvarnished fiction!

This is a welcome and pure benediction

Say goodnight; give way to sleep’s jurisdiction