Category Archives: Poetry of sorts

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.

Not Dorothy Parker, but trying to sort it out

Now we speak of

“your truth”

“her truth”

“his truth”

“my truth”

Have we lost all affection for

THE truth or even SOME truth?

“All I want is the truth,

Just give me some truth”

 said John Lennon

Would we call that crazy today; and under-hyped?

What with people being labeled, pigeon-holed and stereotyped

Divided into categories, declaring how done wrong we all are………………………………………with a tinge of glee,

While creating new stereotypes for the opposition — how can this be?

Announcing how we must fight, fight, fight

in order to create utopia before the breaking news tonight.

in the name of progress and sanctimonious concern

What are we playing at?  What can we learn?

I hear the call to accept everyone’s truth; do not judge,

(while judging so harshly, refusing to budge)

and in the same breath condemn an alternate view

because only subjective reasoning is held to be true

Will we throw away commonsense and common ground

     for political gain and power unbound?

Will we turn our backs on the freedom we desired?

It kinda makes me sick

Truth is…. it makes me tired

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

Probably

My daughter is 41 years old!!!  

Which, by my calculations,

makes me a touch older,

truth be told.  

It seems unlikely….and yet…there it is —

I am in a new age category, and gee whiz

though I feel grateful as I write this text

because I like seeing what will happen next 

I’m also kind of a ‘fraidy cat

so I peek around the corner to see where I’m at

and although nothing is ever quite crystal clear

it turns out I’m standing, still standing right here

in the middle

of the beginning

of the rest of my life

A good place to be

Probably

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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

April Spice

The spice of life…..

can be risky

and complicated

and even scary

    …and sublime

and hopeful

and stimulating

and even worth it

  … most of the thyme!

 

 

Bread

Bread from McKenzie’ Bakery in Kalamazoo. Pane di como. It is good.