Is it cowardice
to avoid unpleasant tasks,
or just self-preservation?
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Some other options
include procrastination,
laziness, and revulsion.
Is it cowardice
to avoid unpleasant tasks,
or just self-preservation?
~
Some other options
include procrastination,
laziness, and revulsion.
Chirping colors, blue,
yellow, black, white, gray, and red
announce their need to be fed.
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Their protestations
prompt you to put out more seed
for the bears to eat with greed.
I lie here, in bed,
feeling the world spin its course
through the universe… for now.
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And soon you will rise
and actively join the world
in all its spinning.
This year Summer chose
not to rush in and push Spring
heatedly aside.
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Since Summer awaits
somewhere else, way off down south,
let us spring to outdoor chores.
Circles dot the land
trying to control all those
who refuse to self-control
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Circles of support
help those who lack self-control
develop it from within.
They found no answers,
but found plenty of questions
while looking for them.
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Maybe they forgot
Life was about the journey
not just the destination.
True wisdom is found,
not in seeing what is there,
but from kenning the absence.
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Wisdom is found in
silence, but noise, both inner
and outer complicates things.
The house is alive
with the sound of grandkids. If
I want stillness, I must walk.
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Somebody must walk,
that’s true, but it’s up to you
to decide who hits the bricks.
Sometimes lofty clouds
fall from their high place to rest
gently on the solid ground.
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With such descent comes
a softening of earth’s rough
edges and sometimes our own.
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Let’s put our half-baked
ideas in poetic
form. Maybe they’ll seem profound.
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Since the earth b-flat,
let’s just drive our trucks right off
and conquer the universe.
Alone in their thoughts,
being such a heavy load,
they labor to preclude it.
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Having someone to
share our thoughts with makes heavy
loads so much lighter.
As usual, woke
to loud meows, soft whines, my
pets’ version of “hit the deck”.
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A cat, more subtle,
curls patiently on my chest;
places a paw on my chin.
On this breathless dawn,
time seems to be suspended;
leaves unstirred by any breeze.
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Where outward stillness
is met by an inward one,
a comforting peace resides.
Hidden by the grass,
two dark rabbits watch and wait
for the time to make their break.
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Knowing when to break,
from good cover, to take flight
is an art some never learn.
Preparing for war
to ravage my peaceful lawn;
Fox and Rabbit den nearby.
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They’re not at war. Just
like us they need a home for
themselves and their families.
Just a friendly hint –
tomorrow is Mother’s Day,
wink, wink…thought I’d let you know.
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For once, reminders,
though welcomed, aren’t required.
Could it be I’m growing up?
You’re never too old
to enjoy a free concert
on a sunny afternoon.
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No need to leave home.
Just open the door and you’ll
hear the birds singing.
The first to arrive.
the last to go…uninvited
squirrels at the bird feeder.
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When they first arrive,
those old crows cackled fury
finding their feed absconding.
As night slowly falls,
the howling of coyotes
adds a note of eeriness…
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…and when the owls join
with their haunting cries of who,
we shake in wonder.
Slowly shifting mist
adds mystery to the start
of a matter-of-fact day.
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Shifting mists highlight
just as well as they conceal,
drawing eyes to shape and form.
Humming ceiling fans
and the stirring of the air
gently caress me to sleep.
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Meows of hungry
cats and whine of lonely dog
ungently awaken me.
May can’t seem to let
go of April and make space
for June’s arrival.
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Maybe May might think
it has the might to resist
June’s jejune vicissitude.
It’s not every day
one goes to such great lengths for
the chance to thank a mentor.
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It gladdens the heart
when appreciation is
given and received.
When the cards are stacked
against us, may we find strength
enough to try anyway.
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Sometimes that stacked deck
should serve as a loud warning
that this path is not the way.
Who will rise to meet
the challenges presented
by the light devourers?
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Every day, many
meet those challenges, but they
are often unseen.
In between places
can be noisy as they fill
with worrisome thoughts.
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When it’s quiet there,
some will find peace within them
others build a shrieking void.
Each extinguished torch
allows darkness to encroach
upon our shrinking village.
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Encroaching darkness
brings with it memories of
former light bearers.
A certain blankness
is visiting our minds, but
we have hope it won’t linger.
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Creative juices
dry up after talking to
Insurance Claims Adjusters.
Spring rains water plants
with no supervision or
effort from any of us.
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…and somehow new growth
never gets overwatered
despite their zealous tending.
As I cast about
for something pithy to say,
all I found was nothingness.
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Nothingness also
is visiting me today.
What is there to say?