"suppos" poems
Hi
[How high is it?]
I’m not exactly sure—how tall are you?
[I’m about as tall as I’ll ever be—one day soon, I’ll probably start shrinking. I’ve heard that happens when you get older.]
Well...
[Well, you say? How deep is it?]
It’s hard to tell, since I never used it for water.
[Deep wells are best—why I still remember the drought of ‘34 and all the trips we made to the neighbor’s well after ours dried up.]
I’m sure those were quite the days, but how are you today?
[Today? Today I do as I please...so long as I’m pleased to do as I’m suppos’d to.]
That sounds like a good strategy.
[Thanks. You’re welcome to adopt it—I won’t even charge you for it.]
How generous of you. Thanks. You have a good day now, ok?
[I hope to, because every day above ground is a good day.]
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
What greater obsticle
could there e'er be
then One's own Self
and One's mortality?
Aye, therein lies the rub,
that is to say
an opportunity
to overcome
and to grow:
One's very own Dharma,
or dare I yet to say
One's suppos'ed destiny‽
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
It comes in whispers
Like sleepy murmurs
Warm, like sunshine on your skin
Non-invasive, but persuasive
And then your savage imagination
Demands an audience
Suppos-ed standard storylines
Implanted from a distance
First unit on the scene
Says 'close it up tight'
But by now I know better
No more 'fight or flight'
And the wind kicks up the leaves
And the oceans go wild
As I roll up my sleeves
and release the mind
In my purple velvet fields
I'll roll on the fresh, cut grass
And then I think I'll scream
And shatter what once was...
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC