It was almost a Now Moon the other evening, but the crescent was rocked a bit back to south.
Does it matter if almost now is a little in the past or a little in the future?
I find that it doesn’t matter, except that the too-many sorrows of the decades cannot be forgotten.
But they are only background – separate from now.
They don’t color or influence now, except as instructions, to be followed or not, for present behavior. Although the sorrows are not now, sometimes they feel like always.
The answer to the almost now question is; “Always”.
That beautiful Now Moon orange crescent is “Always”.

sometimes a few words
can make a real
difference
in someones
life.

Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?