Fretting and Fuming
does get us somewhere, but it’s
seldom where we want to go.
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Those old Zen masters
seemed to have the right of it;
“Let go… or be dragged along.”
Fretting and Fuming
does get us somewhere, but it’s
seldom where we want to go.
~
Those old Zen masters
seemed to have the right of it;
“Let go… or be dragged along.”
There is no good time,
twenty, fifty, or ninety,
to lose a beloved friend.
~
But there was a good
time to form great memories
together and that we did.
Let’s take advantage
of these warm, sun-lit Spring days
and soak ourselves in beauty.
~
Beauty provides warmth
and a glow all of its own
regardless of the weather.
Just because you want,
in no way obligates me
to satisfy your craving.
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Not obligation,
but love makes us want to give
those we love what they might wish.
Reaching out matters,
but sometimes its best to first
reach within and find what’s there.
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Who we find inside
will help us when selecting
those we choose to invite in.
Always. Honesty
is the only policy
with some enduring value.
~
Honesty joined with
compassion does not have an
expiration date.
My dog thinks he is
training me and it could be
that he is quite right.
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Behaviorism!
Dogs drool so Pavlov rings bell.
It, pretty much, works both ways.
How we seek comfort,
when in the throes of illness,
speaks volumes about our selves.
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How we give comfort
to those who are suffering
speaks volumes about us too.
Sometimes time seems to
move so fast, we are finished
before we even begin.
~
Something the Concorde
reveled in while flying west-
Landing before it took off.
Don’t advise me to
await a time, with patience
while demanding work from me!
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Often what we tell
others to give is that which
we ourselves withhold.
Human enigmas
are everywhere to be found
but dog’s not so much.
~
Canine enigmas,
although as rare as hounds teeth,
do, from time to time, occur.
Daylight surrenders,
with grudging ambivalence,
to a chilly spring evening.
~
Soon the moon will rise
and shed a whole new light on
the situation.
New green of Spring reminds
us – we always have a chance
to begin again.
~
And temperate snows
of falling cherry blossoms
promise warming hearts.
Mondos come and they
go. Sometimes neither poet
is present or in the flow.
~
What is remembered
depends on who is doing
the remembering.
~
Sometimes an event,
significant for one, is
commonplace for another.
Rain on Sakura
never fails to foster joy
like some anodyne to gloom.
~
Cherry blossoms shine
and shimmer, giving a lift
to inner terrain.
At sunset the light
takes on a more golden hue
as closings can sometimes do.
~
The golden hour
yields gracefully to gloaming
bringing photographers joy.
Dogwoods and Sweet Haw
illuminate the woodlands
with startling dappled white.
~
Our eyes widen in
gratitude for them and all
the wonders of Spring.
Tiny flowers shine
in the sun, having
defied the first lawn mowing.
~
No kings to foil;
so potentilla settles
for confounding lawn mowers.
Poetry captures
all those things that pictures can’t
in less than a thousand words.
~
Photographers might
say that pictures are a form
of visual poetry.
A love of learning
is fine. Applying what’s learned
is even better.
~
Applying lessons
that are learned too easily
is often impossible.
Regarding flora,
Japanese Wisteria
in Bamboo screams invasive!
~
That’s double trouble
for sure, but why must they look
so good together?
It won’t be long til
the heat we longed for becomes
more than we asked for.
~
Perceptions of heat,
much like perceptions of cold,
are largely state dependent.
Startling fuchsia
Redbuds, contrasting sharply
beside chartreuse new spring leaves.
~
There’s a place for each
and each is distinctly its
quite colorful self.
If I could, I would
get off this rollercoaster
and drift on calm seas.
~
Do you crave demise?
This ride doesn’t stop until
entropy takes you!
Walking in the woods
on this balmy spring evening,
saddened by scattered debris.
~
Nature’s loveliness
marred by human carelessness –
a sad reminder…
Watching my dog sniff
the air and ground with eager
curiosity, I grin.
~
My grin is somewhat
bittersweet, given recent
inevitabilities.
Hosts of heathern hues,
vernal, vibrant and vital,
adorn all ambler’s acres.
~
Sauntering through such
a lively display of green –
a springtime bonus.
Time and distraction
can give us the distance
to see more clearly.
~
Everyone needs space
to find a clear perspective
amidst such obfuscation
I know; change is hard,
but there’s one old blogging dog
that taught this pup some new tricks!
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This old blogging dog
was forced to learn new tricks
by an upstart pup.