Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Unrehearsed
It’s Friday of Labor Day weekend! What’s in it for you? Me, I’m hoping to get on the road before the peak rush-hour crunch and Cyndie and I will head up to our favorite getaway in northern Wisconsin. We’ll take her convertible so my car can rest for the weekend to compose itself after all it went through yesterday at the shop. Turned out that it was the drain plug, after all. They loosened it up a bit and then snugged it back down tight and with that, solved the big leak mystery. I’m a bit embarrassed but had a good laugh with the guys over it. I told them that I didn’t want to have to lay down on my dirty garage floor. That’s what I pay them to do. Except they don’t. Lay down on the floor, that is. They’ve got the fancy lift that puts the car at just the right height. If I had one of those, I would have taken care of the leak myself.
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If I could see around the corner
I would tell you what I see
but it wouldn’t really matter
cuz we’re different, you and me
and that memory that I harbor
I have shaped it as I’ve grown
so you wouldn’t even know it
as the one you’d call your own
we’ve gone our separate ways
and our lives are worlds apart
there’s a picture that I cherish
in my mind but from my heart
a collage I built of you
for which you never posed
created for myself
from the you I had supposed
would maybe somehow matter
as I tried to find my way
around my inner corners
and to this light of day
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The Middle of June
I may be jumping the gun just a bit, because the picture party for Jim Klobuchar’s Adventures’ “Jaunt with Jim” bike ride, won’t occur until this evening, and that is where I will be premiering my video to a ‘live’ audience, but loyal readers here at Relative Something deserve some special privileges…
Here is a sneak peek at my version of Jim’s annual week-long bike trips around the state of Minnesota and surrounding region:
Little Lights
Little lights
scattered
underneath the night
echoing something
not quite right
things coming to this
after all these years
we’ve had to fight
for principles like peace
real understanding
and an abolishment
of fear and blind suspicion
but right or wrong
the balance of light and dark
persists forevermore
let’s combine our lights
and hang out together
in the warmth and love galore
while those much less inspired
brood in their doom and gloom
on the far side of the room
like dust destined to settle
as we sing
our hopeful tunes
© 2009
Save This
Save This
What if it was random writing?
Kind of like stream of consciousness
Only less organized
Not that some coherent thought
Would voluntarily show itself
A lot like the feeling you experience
When you are waiting for your ride
How many different versions
Of strictly rhetorical questions
Does it take to produce
A result so much less inspirational
Before the fabrication becomes
Entirely forged self evident
And the versions that evolve ensure
That self-conscious dash for the car
As if every eye was blatant aware
Saw each nuance and crack in veneer
With all judgment force then passed
Whole reputations effectively formed
Witness for defense denied
Reason most likely wronged
Imperceptibly darkness dawns
Light that was but a different shade
Suddenly burns bright the increased contrast
While still the line of cars
Fails to match the waiting heterogeneity
Though in transition
As slow as the evening falls
One seems to find the other
As if choreographed by fate
Until the lone straggler
Gets picked up late
And whisked to the next destination
Leaving solemn solace behind
To deal with all that remains
Of the questions
Which linger unasked
Hinting at perpetual
Ineffectual translation
©2001
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