Tennessee William Poppen is retired and spends most of his time writing poems, taking photos, and hiking. Published in New Millennium Writings, 2007-08 and The Creative Writer, 2008. His photos and poems have been published in on-line publications Cat’s Meow for Wr 225 followers / 9.2k words
I found your face On Facebook Hard to believe I was ever there The landscape Is fuzzy Through the fog Your profile is So faded, there are new wrinkles Around your mouth Under your eyes Wisdom lines Gathered during our togetherness
Your eyes still seer with Every look, yet that look Seeks not to find my soul Whatever you saw One look was enough What you saw was too mild, or wild Or too jagged
Hidden in this box of memories Are pieces of you Musty reminders some invigorating some good Mostly gone
Sometimes I write something, look at it a week or so later and then can't seem to remember why I wrote it or even what I was trying to say. Nonetheless, here it it.
There is time for thought During this daily walk There is no need to achieve No need to count steps Or tally blocks or miles or minutes Leisure is on-deck Time away from work Time away from expectations Time when the only eyes evaluating The steps, the distance, the pace Is you
Pressure mounts step by step Shifting attention from the trees The falling leaves, the birds, Returning to self-centered issues Returning to thoughts that evaluate Judgments about the past Become concerns for the future Has enough been accomplished Has enough been stored For what is to come
Current experience happens Yet passes by Without appreciation Without being savored Being becomes anxiety Being becomes guilt Being becomes non-being The question is repeated Constantly nagging “Why is it so hard to become Aware of the present And why is it so hard to stay With the moment?” Will life be long enough For one to accept That this is good-enough That this moment Is life And it is good Good enough Being here, being now
Just sharing what seems to me to be an "eternal question"
Give me notice For life is short I might have more to do Than rest on your doorstep Hoping you will open the latch Greet me with a smile And suggest we spend the day Viewing the community pond Feeding the ducks Cementing our bond