Rainy Night
31 June 2021

Cold from the north brought the rain.
At the window, trees shivered the low.
Somewhere hurt, pain again.
Alone awind lonely flow.
Dreams are hard to find, rainy nights.

She was in my bed, making me restless.
Asleep, deep in another world, crying.
Through the door slats, nightmare Crept, holding her unstirring.
Drops rat-tat onside, this rainy night’s cold light.

Ashes in the fireplace, gray in that way,
Reminding flames past didn’t last.
Heat played astray.
Half-empty glasses, chocolate mark sash.
Shoulders low, head bowed, cold rainy night.

Funny how the room emptied.
Echoed songs unheard, still waiting their turn.
Such cold rainy nights, love’s heat denied.
Cold night’s burn, nothing learned.
Could just be the weather.

Upside Down
27 May 2021

Today.

My world seems upside down.
Like being on the wrong side of town.
I can find my way home, but not in a dream.

Stopping for ice cream and peace.
Deep breaths thru my skin to my soul.
Noises, sounds, smells - strange, hold me.
Hold me.

My world is upside down.

Philosophy
21 May 2021

Meaning of life, the great mystery,
Taking some time on it, over my cup of tea.
Plato, Socrates, Heidegger, Kant,
Renee said think on it, maybe I am.
Mornings always the best time for me,
Making sense of things as I try to ***,
Wondering why some men are bigger than me.
Their ideas seem to fill up the room.
Some of them make most women swoon.
Buddha got the answer sitting under a tree,
Letting go of things would set me free.
I live on the edge, I try to unwind.
Can I burn calories just using my mind?
I would love to ponder and get the scoop,
Sorry my friends, can’t wait for answers, I have to ****.
Tomorrow perhaps the answers I’ll see,
Again, at the windows, drinking my tea.
Who’s that out there, standing under my tree?
One walking his dog, same questions as me.

Logistics of Social Cost
Thoughts of my morning.
24 May 2021

It costs so little to set aside the commodities of prejudice and prejudgment.
Yet we all carry the burden and the expense of their weight.
They are a specific inheritance from suppliers, including our ancestors and history, that we need not treasure. They are not ours. They are weapons developed by others. We have all felt their pain, seen their power, triaged the damage to our common good, counted the increasing prevalence of use today.
Moments of reflection on how we negatively assess the actions of others using those stereo judges, would save us from distributing hurt, anger, and pain to others. Who sent us our pain? Why did we buy it? We can be more diligent with the “goods” we sell and keep on our self shelf.
Who stole our laughter, our peace, our humanity, our care, our tolerance, our forgiveness, our respect, our acceptance of difference? Traded them for anxiety and fear?
This is the time and opportunity to examine our values and to share love and respect. We have the tools. They are also commodities. They are being misused.
Let’s spend less on protection and more on prevention.
If you’re not sure how, follow a child or a puppy.
Such a low cost for such an amazing reward.
Love you.
Not hard to say.

Uncertain certainty

17 May 2021

Twisting left and right for place to stand,
When certain worlds seem shifting sand.
Truths soft in hardened hands,
Confusion near in distant lands.
Mortals search for friends and foe,
Which is witch no one knows.
Standing tall  falls, strong winds blow.
Opinion fast while facts stay slow.
Times fade as history passed,
Distortions brighten every class.
Keepers in that ivory  tower,
Waivers sweet our fruit to sour.
Careful in this war of strife,
Risky now our paths of life.
Honest used to be our goal,
Uncertain now certain takes its toll.

Wonder who
16 May 2021

When I read my poetry I wonder,
Who wrote those lines?
Not who I am now, I have changed,
Every day.
Who am I?