I twisted my thumb
  pain in the ***
gripping is very
         important
   even for your left hand
then you can
leap to conclusions
        about fixing and
setting things
   right
yes with that other hand
the one
    you use to brush
your teeth
   and hair
point the way
    and feed your face
sometimes  
   hold up your head
when you
  are thinking
    deep and the
more I think
           about it
I think we should
   shake on it
and call it
   a night
cause I think
   I want to
  soak my
    thumb
I said soak
   not ****!

moments ago
   through an untapped
spread of ******
    snow
hearing the soft sigh
under my shoe
   flakes pressed
     tight like glue
cold air kept
  them in place
though the landscape
      now echoes
my new space
    cut under
my human weight
  it's now patterned
       by my rhythmic gait
regular steps
   going to and
       back
on the snows' edge
  my trash arranged
    sack by sack
a mornings hum
  will break the air
   as the trashmen
  soon will appear
   then all is gone
in a clatter and
    clunk
another day
   passes and
along with your
    junk

my wife
  bakes wonderful pies
and
      cakes
not very often
   though
she should
do more
              I think

  but
           sometimes
when I watch
   her
crimping the
  edges
       I wonder

the
    Granny Smith
    pies have
such a tangy
          after taste
        I like

The Pecan
      Pie is just
a crunchy
     casserole
    I love

But
her simple
     Bundt Cake
    is
      indescribable
       I know

FOLLOW DAD GUYS

I remember, with great fondness
     moments
walking amidst a soft, hidden
           wooded place
       tall trees shrowded the
            light
which fell filtered in a soft misty
   dewy haze

         at my feet
as far as the eye could see
    were gently wispy ferns
                   moving ever so slightly
with the rising mist
               in total quiet

        it was always early in the morning
because
         that was the ideal time
  my dad knew
      that
              taking his children
to this special place
    at this time would enable us

          to witness these wonderous
    moments

THANKS, DAD


            LISTEN TO MOM GUYS

mind where you
  walk

as the floors
were covered in
     newspaper

  to protect
              the freshly dried wax

  for it was Wednesday,

      the day of the week
that our
      home and all in it:

bedding, dusting
organizing, cleaning, washing,
   polished, set up
discarded, rearranged, thrown away,
brushed, fixed,
  fastened, folded, stacked,
       closed, shut,
shelves, pantries,
    closets

  was to get done
put right
  
so we could
  all enjoy the
simple
     comforts of a clean,
  orderly
             upbringing

THANKS, MOM

yesterday is the workshop of your tomorrow
   craft well, be careful... avoid pitfalls and sorrow
if you can... and you believe it's writ and all done
   or think, you can change, rearrange how it's begun

step around distractions and divets that come your way
   with practice and living, you'll not go astray
but, as you put more past in your backpack
   weighed down, closer to earth you'll fashion a deeper track

steady ahead your journey will pass filled with life
    it's coming your way with joys and strife
be bold in your words, manner, and thought
    take heed to contrasts... and embrace support

it comes inexplicitly when your eyes will not hear your heart
    fiercely defend your place... do not fall apart
as your dreams and days sync to your, presence and time
   seize the smart sense of it all... stay unafraid and sublime

there was a knot in this otherwise lovely piece of pine
and sometimes a squeal of a wheel when making a turn
odd little things that seem out of place...

or are they

like a sudden bang... at an unsuspecting moment
when a thing came apart from where it should stay
an errant word in a masterful speech

maybe it's really where the magic is

all things fixed and fashioned by us humans
are meant to perform intact for long
but nature too has bumps a plenty

so when a little thing goes awry

we could think more about the fullness of the world
those little clinks and clanks and fizzles and falls
could be the things set there, to make you stop and think

how nice when things remain where they should be

great to find an un-knotty piece of pine
stop and repair that squeak or squeal
or make more secure the things we hold dear
reread the tome your going to give
or more properly tighten up what we have too
reminders of our ever needing to set right all we see

maybe it's our sharpening stone where we can hone
our on-going quest to put things straight, find the perfect
thing that fits our fashion, and say what we mean
make loud quiet and small bold and sad happy
and old young, and young a bit older, and hate, more love
and words more telling of what we wish to tell.

what do you think?

in wholeness or any part thereof
play fervently in gossip and love
recant insist and break your word
you may have to when doubt is incurred
step aside now let others pass
but walk fast not to sink in the morass
evoke your best in manners and grace
speak brightly and smart, then take your place

upright and virtuous is the way to go
and your grace and learning will surely flow
people take all you plainly give to dispense
even when you know deeply you make no sense
for you pick and pack your daily norm
like petals blown free in a summer storm
and that's all you really need to do
for friends and family find love in you