view2021/12/6 #poetry
I have a little bit of a problem
When I blink I see the answers to everyone else's
Unlike Cassandra, I don't need magic
Most people are just not too bright
Turns out they don't like being shown it
Makes 'em feel small I suppose
Unlike Cassandra I'm not destined to encounter resistance
It's mostly my manner that steps on their toes
I could probably learn to work it in nicely
To gently nudge them toward what they need
To start with some sympathetic agreement
I've heard that with this they'll more likely take heed
I could say that I've been there
Or heard of a friend
That the book I am reading
Is about the same trend
It may work better
Than what I do now
I need not be sarcastic
Or raise an eyebrow
I can just let them have what they came to me with
If they want my advise they can ask me for it
When they don't I'll suppose that is not why they're here
That my best course of action is to just lend an ear
That a smile or a frown at appropriate cues
Will win me more points and it won't light their fuse
view2021/12/5 #poetry
I called the wrong number. I called back a few times, not having been corrected. It wasn't until, in person, I asked, did something happen to your phone? that it was suggested that I had the wrong number.
Had I used the right number, things would have been more complicated. More pieces in motion, more balls in the air. It worked out for me, and for the other person, that I missed the connection, that my message went nowhere.
Next time I notice such casual confusion I'll remember to check that the number is true. It may not save me from complicated commitments, but I'll have much more luck in my attempts to get through.
view2021/12/4 #poetry
As you know, it can be very easy to have your mind taken around
Pain steals your mind
Distracting you from anywhere else you may wish your mind to be
A moment of pause to adjust your position can put you off track
The direction your mind goes is very fickle
There is told of techniques to bring more control
If there are any that are truly effective then they are secret from most
Context is the most effective control
When the arrow is aimed and drawn you are more likely to shoot
The ability to follow through is not merely an option
Inertia carries you along
Most of our life proceeds to the expected next step from where we are
Responses preprogrammed
This is your greatest tool
view2021/12/3 #poetry
The spaces we make
and the ones we find
are able to shape
the process of our mind
We integrate into the places
and they are part of us
as we are part of them
alone or with others
the aspects of the environment
influence our psyche
temperature and echo
brightness and expansiveness
openness and busyness
clutter, color
clean lines or organic shapes
homogeneity or ramshackle
area will change how you are
view2021/12/2 #poetry
Amazingly, the house was quiet. Just for a few minutes the raucous activity that seemed to fill every day there had settled down. It was almost eerie but such a welcome treat. A little quiet, a moment of mental rest, goes a long way to keeping one balanced.
As expected, it wasn't to last long. Just a quick reminder that quiet exists.
view2021/12/1 #poetry
Even when the air isn't very good
you have to breathe something.
I wish it weren't so
That I could hold out
to only breathe
the freshest
the cleanest
Pure, healthy air
pollution free
unscented
but waiting isn't possible
not for air.
It seems that few things
have such a profound
and immediate impact
as air
few things will kill you
to go without
for just a few minutes
view2021/11/30 #poetry
I am a wielder of warnings
I'll tell you what not to do
I'll say that you shouldn't
You can't
Or you won't
I'll tell you that dangers
lurk, hover, and swarm
I'll give you the option
To think before you act
And you'll say
It's inconvenient
Unwanted
Mean
Taunting
That you'll do what you want to do
Well, me too
But I like to be informed
view2021/11/29 #poetry
Waiting for inspiration
Really doesn't seem
Like the best way
To get things done
I probably shouldn't do it
The problem is
That as ways go
It's certainly the most fun
I can wait quite a while
Too
Time pressures
Are scarce for me
And all too soon
The year is through
And I still have everything
To do
You see?
So waiting for inspiration
Will have to wait
For times when
Nothing is at stake
When I can't even make
A note
When in the shower
Or as the pen runs out of ink
In the midst of a party
While ordering a drink
Deep in meditation
And while too groggy in my bed
Anytime the only place to keep
The ideas is in my head
If it'll be forgotten
Then inspiration knows
Failure can not touch it
It's safe to be exposed
It jumps into your mind
From its secret hiding spot
Because it can run right back
While it knows it can't be caught
So don't wait for inspiration
Make some progress while you can
Don't worry what will happen
Just lift the pen and move your hand
view2021/11/28 #poetry
End the day
End the day
Let activity fall away
Let the slowed down moment stay
End the day
End the day
As the dusk gives way to dark
Let your mind slip off the mark
Let your dreams come back to you
Let your thoughts go right on through
End the day
End the day
Let a flickered shadow play
Let yourself in from the fray
End the day
What do you say?
view2021/11/27 #poetry
Night falls so quickly here. I've gotten used to a long drawn out dusk with a lingering sunset. Then the lights of the city that never fade. The always brightness was wearing on me but the sudden dark is still surprising, catching me in its power. I still live under the glow of the metropolis, but it is no longer brilliant enough to read by. I cherish this dark. Lights that pour into the night can again be pretty, no longer antagonizing me with a challenge to get away from them that I simply cannot meet. My days can really end. The cycle can complete. Night can bring darkness.