2021/11/28 #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?
2021/11/27 #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.
2021/11/26 #poetry Now, sitting in the room with the golden light filtering in, noticing the comfort that the furniture furnishes, allowing the drowsiness to resonate through my body, moving gently and pleasantly slowly. Later, to sleep on a soft bed in a warm room, if awakened to be able to slip back easily in the still quiet, feeling well fed and safe. Another day, moving out into the world from this place where ease and comfort allows my recovery from all the activity and affront of life, enjoying the encounters with new and interesting things and situations with a fresh and relaxed mind and body, free to spend my attention where I will. The unpleasant seems so far from here.
2021/11/25 #poetry Out among the berried bushes Deep in the brush Far enough from the stream Where people don't go Birds find this place Live without our noise Experience their world In their way Without us watching Or contemplating Their actions
Hours can pass With this same lack of oversight When in solitude On one's own One involves in the acts That a body must Some tramping Or grooming Eating And eliminating Watching the trees Searching for wild food Nothing needs deeper contemplation In these moments
Free of strategizing Scant of struggle A person Or a bird Moves forward Heartbeat by heartbeat
2021/11/24 #poetry Not the easy way. That would be to have it done for you. Let another choose or be in a situation with requirements or somehow otherwise have only one option. The hard way is shopping. Make a decision yourself. The easy way is to get the first thing that fits, works for your needs, has a decent price. The hard way is to continue shopping. Find the best option. Find the best deal. Pick a cool color. The easy way is to commit. Once you've decided, to pull the trigger. Make the purchase and live with it. The hard way is to wait. To deliberate after looking at options and finding a favorite. To sleep on it. Oh, it's so nice to be able to take the easy way.
2021/11/22 #poetry Is everything a mirror, In the sense that it changes, Affects and connects, And all in return, Everything else? This is how you realize That the foundation of knowledge is shaky When you are forced to ask “What is a thing?” Is behavior? Thought? Potential? Emotion? Strategy? Expected outcome? Opportunity? Light? Energy? Understanding? Symbolic representation? A thing? Reflect on that.
2021/11/20 #poetry One day you'll see. The world is fine, the world is free.
What makes writing on the bottom line of the screen so uncomfortable?
Honestly, there should be a law against hunching over.
Six lines of six words each
Try to make them sound nice
Do your best to create cool
Explore how a new way works
Fit it all together just so
Make sure it can make sense
2021/11/19 #poetry Off we go, off into the way away
I get tired so quick these nights like a... a... a..., well I'd tell you if I wasn't so tired. Tired like an 18 wheeler Ha! But that makes no sense Just a pun, not a good one with double meaning A bad one that makes no sense at all in context but uses the word in a noncontextual fashion What do dreams and 4 year olds have in common. They say junk that only makes sense to them. Linguistic rules have no hold on dreams or 4 year olds. Or bad puns This poem could do with a little less rules It would be easier to follow inconsistent dreamed rules when tired like this Just a little tireder Why does getting ready for bed wake me back up? Such a disappointment, to feel pulled toward that luscious limit of wakefulness then to say, I'll give in Just a moment for a couple tasks in the bathroom To then find that pull has evaporated after these tasks. Such a tease. Well, I always try again. I give in.