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Ron Conway Mar 2019
It sits alone now
Derelect, long neglected
Empty except the transient shelter
Provided to fox and deer
And swallows cliff and barn
The roof collapsed, the shingles succumbed
To a thousand windstorms
The south side sinking
Drowning in the earth

Yet from it's bones you can see
How it would have appeared
Had a century not unfolded
Timber walls hewn by hand
Corners locked and dovetailed
The craftsman's pride disguised now
Behind the ravages of time

Reflect upon the family
Those pioneers so strong of heart
Who built and grew and loved
And carved a life beyond existence
What hardships felt and conquered
What anguish never overcome
Can we imagine now
From our comfortable perspective
The priorities within that fold
Of time and circumstance?
                                        rc
This is about an old settler's home on my land. I see it and think about it every day.
Ron Conway Mar 2019
hateful rhetoric
opinions flow like lava
unmoderated
                        rc
Ron Conway Feb 2019
They say that each new snowflake
Is unique in some respect
You have to use a microscope
To see that little fleck
To say this as a metaphor
May cause some introspect
I'd like to know if this is true
But who has time to check
                            rc
snowflakes, metaphors, humor
Ron Conway Feb 2019
when a candle's held
so close as to risk a burn
it out-shines the sun
                         rc
haiku, sun
Ron Conway Feb 2019
So here you are, another year gone
I won't ask you what the plan is
I remember you telling me years ago
"I don't even buy green bananas"

It seems like your strategy (such as it is)
Has ended up serving you well
You've been so many places, done so many things
And have so many stories to tell

If the idea here is avoid disappointment
The plan falls a little bit short
No life is perfect, things happen to us
(Don't mean to be such a spoilsport)

You raised kids through the sixties I needn't say more
There's no need I should be specific
We got past all that and we all settled down
But we still have a flair for dramatic

You've done really well, I'm so proud of you Mom
Your the best of what this clan is
You set the example, I think that I too
Won't even buy green bananas

                                    rc
This is a poem I wrote for my mother on the occasion of her 95th birthday.
Ron Conway Jan 2019
religions oppress
none's better than another
world's full of victims
                                    rc
Ron Conway Jan 2019
super blood wolf moon
almost sounds ridiculous
but it's breathtaking
                        rc
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