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.