08/08/2009
For thefirst ReadWritePoem Mini-Challenge,
three poems in three days, my series is entitled Delve.
What I Wanted to Leave the World With
(And I do not mean that I meant to
leave the world gripping something in
my hands! No I meant what would the
world have had for my having Lived in it)
Fewer broken hearts, or, failing this,
more healing ones;
Greater awareness of sunsets,
not one passing by
without someone swimming
in its colors;
Respect for trees, with more of them
growing, being planted,
and less of them being clear-cut
for the development of land
for Wal-Marts and unneeded condominiums;
Fewer homeless kitties,
and lots of well-loved ones,
which is a karmic debt for how well-loved
I have been by the kits;
Most of all,
hope.
That one imperfect person
tried, and failed,
yet tried again.
08/07/2009
For the first ReadWritePoem Mini-Challenge,
three poems in three days, my series is entitled Delve.
Has life
softened you or hardened you?
Depending on your answer,
I can tell you how you have
treated the life force.
You say, so what?
Life has hardened me,
that’s what it does.
Yes.
That is what life does
to those who resist.
Where life flows,
it polishes the stone,
the soul, the seat of your being.
Where one resists,
the going gets much rougher.
Why would I resist life? You ask.
I don’t know. I ask myself this
when I do it! And I do it!
Perhaps we do not want to be
too attached to that
which can be gone tomorrow?
But we can’t help but be attached,
so it’s a faulty warning, a warning
that we are not wearing our seat belts
when we are not even sitting in the car!
Live it. Be here. Do something. Do nothing.
Love something, someone, pet your cat.
Live your story
on the page on the field on the dance floor
and don’t worry about the seat belt warning.
You will be the softer for it.
08/06/2009
For the first ReadWritePoem Mini-Challenge,
three poems in three days, my series is entitled Delve.
Is it art?
It can be,
if you turn it upside down,
set it on its side,
or zoom in
closecloseclose.
Is it art?
It can be,
if you close one eye
and imagine how it
would taste
hereherethere.
Is it art?
If you
have to ask,
maybe not.
(Embrace it
anyway.)
