Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Resonance
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I was trying to find an idea somewhere
looking under the stacks of accumulated papers
among the shoes on the floor in the closet
mixed among the randomly sorted silverware in the drawer
might as well look in the junk drawer, too, while I was at it
in the basement room I otherwise never visit
hidden in plain sight in the kitchen refrigerator upstairs
on the list of things we always intend to do someday
tucked in one of the many books I never get around to finishing
lost in the collection of well-used dog toys that no longer excite
buried in the saved emails from more than a decade back
deep in a lifetime of fading memories
or a line of some lyrics from every single song
from the shapes and colors of each different day’s clouds
in the sounds out the window of so many birds and frogs
Eeeee eeee Eee EEE eee eee eeep
but the last p is silent
just a closing of the lips without escaping any air
in the blades of green grass that invisibly grow so dang fast
in the absence of chickens and the happiness they once cast
I looked toward the horses finding too much there to grasp
on the overflowing shelves of junk in the shop and adjacent garage
along the trails through our woods and the paths around our fields
in the silence when I notice it and pause for a moment just to hear
an idea that feels a little different than the ones already formed
wrapped up in the whacky climate calamity continually playing out
publicly flaunted prejudices propagating like a raging contagion
pernicious social networks emanating a sickly stench
mindless rampant greed with its selfish intent
all battling the effervescent aromas spring hope brings once again
the voluntary charity bursting forth from entrepreneurial brilliant minds
the love most people are conveying from the goodness of their hearts
the science on display in helicopters flying around on Mars
an idea so much bigger than some guy’s stupid big lie
one that could actually make universal sense
except it’s obviously deeper than mere words can explain
communicating clearly and simply to each separate person’s mind
through fields of heart energy and the wisdom living in our guts
an idea that is more like a sound
one our instincts recognize
one we together can amplify
one that is love in resonance
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May
don’t thank me it was bound to happen despite conflicting interests everyone’s got an alibi the cat says she was sleeping behind the pillows on the bed beneath the spread the dog is playing dumb denying any knowledge which forensics verified the mice are laying low who knows where they all go there’s nothing left but crumbs the eggs are all intact no sign of any cracks deliveries haven’t stopped as life just races along don’t bother calling cops April has run out of days and tomorrow turns to May
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Because Again
Revisiting a “Words on Images” from the archive, back for an encore performance, just because…
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Words on Images
Because September 2020
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Exaggerate
I don’t mean to exaggerate
but I just ate a million tons of chili
that tasted so good
I wanted six tons more
and the ice in my water glass
is partying on my tongue
soothing the burn
quenching my thirst
consolidating the fun
so I just forgot
about curfews
provocations
international aggressions
localized gun violence
climate disasters
and citizen oppression
by sitting in my food coma
and letting the singers sing
their battles
against one another
between commercials that mean
nothing to me
no longer hungering
for any single additional thing
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Chilling
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but you had beef jerky in your pocket
and I didn’t know that
six strange ways we wasted one chance
late that night
in the forested swamp
it wasn’t even cold
nothing like the bitter biting icy burn
we faced up north every January
where ice fractures when it freezes too hard
it was damp
creating a different chill
one that pulls out warmth
more than it pushes in cold
and ideas start to vanish
common sense vaporizes
as it certainly did
late that night
or we would have probably lived
to tell about it
and why this had anything to do
with the cupola on the roof of that barn
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