Trauma and drama
crowd out creativity-
what’s a poor poet to do?
~
When the heat dies down,
the poet reignites his
fire and begins to write.
Trauma and drama
crowd out creativity-
what’s a poor poet to do?
~
When the heat dies down,
the poet reignites his
fire and begins to write.
Not a day goes by,
it seems, without May weeping.
Why all these histrionics?
~
Perhaps, like me, she’s
been holding, subjected to
lachrymatory Muzak!
June is knocking on
May’s door, telling her to stop
her torrent of tears and leave.
~
Let us all just hope
May refrains from telling June
her tales of woe as she leaves.
Being short of breath
and, shorter still, of temper,
conversation is unwise.
~
So we take up our
pens and mondo converse. Take
heart; it could be worse.
We got another
to be continued notice
from the rain filled clouds on high.
~
Again, the Monsoon
moves from the tropics, northward,
into this, once temperate, land.
A joy filled morning
on this Graduation day!
Now to unwind and relax.
~
Let’s take a moment
and soak in happiness shared,
achievement celebrated.
Your son is about
to graduate. Can the same
thing be said for you?
~
This graduation
is, yet another, etching
upon this life’s meter stick.
One abducts grandma,
one sits naked in the road;
just another day at work.
~
And your presence there
brings reason and compassion
to those who need so much.
These days if you leave
home without an umbrella,
you must be an optimist.
~
Perhaps. Or perchance
you are less the optimist;
rather, more the masochist.
That pointless prattle!
Do these kids believe this is
really meaningful discourse?
~
Maybe there’s no point
beyond connecting and who
can argue with that?
That tiny sunny
moment, so satisfying,
left me yearning for much more.
~
Like a shaft of gold
when everything seems darkest,
illumination breeds hope.
Rain shall not delay
his birthday celebration!
Four year olds are undeterred!
~
Like that four year old,
may we celebrate birth in
the midst of life’s heavy rain.
Huh? Alabama
Congressman says rising sea
levels caused by falling rocks?
~
Does he believe it,
bless his l’il heart, or is he
just trying to make a splash?
Tropical monsoon;
not the norm in Virginia,
yet; the shape of things to come?
~
Whatever is now
has been and will be the norm
say climate change deniers.
If you have an ace
somewhere up your sleeve, now is
the time to play it.
~
Or you could astound
your whole global audience;
snatch a rabbit from your… hat?
These fathers and sons,
Always at each others throats,
overlooking bonds of love.
~
I’ve marveled at how
sometimes men, sure of their love
for one another, play fight.
So much to do, so
little time to write. This will
have to do tonight
~
Once upon a time,
maybe in tomorrow land,
compassion will reign
~
It may be raining…
or this dampness we’re feeling
could be exsanguination.
Obstreperousness
and obfuscation remain
my kids endless stock in trade.
~
I would say apples
don’t fall far from the tree, but
what would that say about me?
How can we stay cool
if temperatures and tempers
soar this Mother’s Day?
~
Seems like every time
generational mothers
gather, temper soon follows.
When both options suck,
how is one supposed to choose
which bitter pill to swallow?
~
Before you swallow
either one, pause, look around –
sweet medicine might be found.
Beneath these blue skies
the wonder and the terror
of existence lies.
~
That which lies beneath
the surface of existence
remains the greatest wonder.
When a bad hombre
elects to break a bargain,
what price will the victims pay?
~
Victims pay the full
price while bad hombres abscond
with amassed bargains.
When fear runs rampant,
what helps some keep their wits, act
with caring civility?
~
A sure conviction
that whatever evil comes,
love will be our salvation.
Celebrating change
may lead to strong emotions
but that’s really no bad thing.
~
Strong emotions are
the music of the many
varied songs of life.
Have things always been
so crass, but better concealed
before? What comes next?
~
The pendulum swings.
Political correctness
breeds heartless, hateful, contempt.
Summer’s arrival,
so close upon Winter’s heels,
leaves no time to relish Spring.
~
The way things have been
going we may think she’s a
goner, but Spring might be back.
Didn’t anyone
tell May she didn’t have to
pretend to be June?
~
Fine ladies refrain
from displaying public heat;
or so says Emily Post!
Since before he ran,
he has drawn objurgation,
leading people into fear.
~
You don’t have to draw
a picture or name names for
me to know of whom you speak.
On these sun-lit days
of spring when pollen holds
us captive, Claritin rings.
~
The clarion call
of an antihistamine
rings like a crystal clear bell.