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Victor D López Jan 2022
Kiss a babbling brook,
It will gladly quench your thirst,
With crisp, clear water.

Kiss raging rapids,
You'll be crushed against the rocks,
And drown, thirst unquenched.

Calm waters sustain,
Turgid ones excite us more,
Danger alway does.
Victor D López Jan 2022
Life's biggest losers,
Are those who when they're losing,
Want to change the rules.
Victor D López Jan 2022
The snow cleared away,
Only six inches this time,
More is on the way.

Lovely when it falls,
Powdered sugar covers trees,
Sweet treat for the eyes.

Lower back pain flares,
Winters in upstate New York,
Loveliest when young.
Victor D López Jan 2022
Frozen meat, knife slips,
Cuts ring finger to the bone,
Bleeding will not stop,

Late night ER trip,
Ahead of oncoming storm,
stitches or glue seal?

Tendon nearly missed,
Wound cleaned, sealed, and blood flow stopped,
Wound dressed and sent home.

Sleet and snow falling,
Got home, went back to cooking,
Unfinished main dish.

Washed my blood from plate,
$250 rice dish,
Completed at last.

Greedily consumed,
ER Fees won't ruin,
This cook's appetite.


Based on this week's latest ordeal. My carelessness had its price with a $250 ER visit despite my supposed "Cadillac" health plan. But there's no use crying over spilt blood--and I did pick up where I left off and enjoyed a tasty albeit now much more expensive dish. That's what I get for separating frozen chorizo with my favorite very sharp knife carelessly--even while knowing if I slipped I could get a nasty cut. As I've written elsewhere in one of my short stories, my wife is justified in calling me the smartest idiot she knows. *SIGH
Victor D López Jan 2022
Writing sets us free,
To transform that which now is,
To what it could be.

Render for others,
The world from new perspectives,
So that they may see.

One word at a time,
Ours the power to create,
A new universe.

Share my worlds with me,
A journey of the mind's eye,
With lessons to teach.
Victor D López Jan 2022
We are chained to earth,
By our hopes, dreams, appetites,
And loved ones still here.

But the bonds weaken,
As we experience loss,
Of those we most love.

Eventually,
Heaven wins the tug of war,
As grief seeks release.

And spirit flies free,
Its chains snapped by heaven's pull,
Towards those we love.

Thus we fallen rise,
If our lives made us worthy,
By the Grace of God.

Lonely, lost no more,
Open arms awaiting us,
To welcome us home.
Victor D López Jan 2022
life's precious moments
swirl around time's vortex
slowly spun into fine threads
that melt away
like cotton candy
on the tongue
leaving behind
insubstantial
sweet, tenebrous
soft impressions
of what has been
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