A true game changer!

A technical miracle!

…another flash in the pan…

~

Our poetry is

written and posted on time?

A true miracle!

~

Lately our poems

seem reluctant to travel

from heart to paper.

~

Bodily travels

sometimes seize the precedent

and are subject to delay.

Is a poem lost

a chance to rewrite gained or

a hint to be more mindful?

~

Even lost poems

speak to some audiences,

when, per chance, they resurface.

Deep introspection

produces rich benefits

priceless and… untaxable

~

Untaxable, but

taxing nonetheless – such deep

thinking has a hidden cost.

Eighty years ago

I made my grand entrance and

I’m in no hurry to leave.

~

That “Three score and ten“

may number the years for men;

women get a bit longer.

Hateful rhetoric

is not polemic debate,

it’s just ego run amok

~

Hateful rhetoric

reveals the smallness of those

who need to feel big.

~

Moonlight falls and lights

our path as we take our last

walk on this cold winter day.

~

My last walk’s later

in the colder, darker, night

with my spazzy, smaller dog

On a cold evening,

which provides greater comfort;

a fireplace or lapdog?

~

Why choose when you can

enjoy both sources of warmth

and comfort at the same time?

I watch the cat watch

the bird watching the squirrel –

home entertainment.

~

But who watches you?

Certainly, it’s not the dog.

After all, you’re not a stick.

Unexpected thanks

from someone helped unknowingly

is a treasure beyond price.

~

Savor the pleasure,

Let its memory warm you

on unexpected gray days.

December begins

with a warm daytime tease topped

with a nighttime mini freeze.

~

Frozen grasses crunch,

yet the sound is overwhelmed

by brittle leaves shattering

In so many forms

victory can manifest,

how is defeat possible?

~

Victory and defeat –

two sides of competition’s

coin when you play games.

Sometimes it’s a small

moment that could make a big

difference if we’d just seize it.

~

On the other hand,

sometimes big moments are made

when we dodge effectively.

Inadequacy:

less a state of competence,

more a state of mind

~

Ah, those minds of ours

and the stories they can weave –

We must choose which to believe.

Letting the quiet

seep into my bones even

though I know it cannot stay.

~

Quiet, like minerals,

seeping slowly into bones

causes fossilization.

Rising to drizzle

and its staccato drippings,

I return to bed

~

And I took Knox for

a meandering walk on

this peaceful, drizzly morn.

Sunny Saturday

is icing on the weekend

cake. We pause and eat.

~

And, although it’s brief,

it serves a welcome repast;

a break-fast from what’s to come.

In the days after

Thanksgiving, may we practice

both gratitude and giving.

~

There’s no better gift.

The practice of gratitude

is the pearl that’s beyond price.

Traditionally,

Thanksgiving is the time when

families sharpen all dull knives.

~

May we hope for sharp

knives and unsharp tongues as we

gather together this day.

Sometimes I wonder

if the kids are louder now

or I’m just older.

~

Young people believe

volume will drive their point home

elders value brevity.

Unexpected calls

from aged childhood friend

sharpens fading memories.

~

Catching up after

all those many years – we ride

backwards across time.

Knox indicated

life would be perfect if it weren’t

for that pesky leash.

~

An unrestrained life

may seem rather heavenly

but most likely, sadly, brief.

An alleged day

of rest, suddenly becomes

filled with imperative tasks.

~

Wouldn’t it be great

if we were to take refuge

in different imperatives?

~

Easy does it on days

like this. Why knock yourself out

when you can pause and enjoy?

~

Alternatively,

You could run from one practice

to another, breathlessly.

Knox was not impressed

with my subtle singing hint

of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.

~

Driven by his nose,

he is anxious to explore

a world of frosty leaf mold.

Sometimes sleeping in

is less a sign of illness,

and more a simple blessing

~

May we treasure such

small moments as these that bless

our overly busy days.

Coming together

but falling apart – common

holiday occurrences

~

Nothing spells chaos,

dysfunction, and frustration

like holiday gatherings,

Would you prefer snow

to this bitter, frigid rain

even now, in November?

~

Snowy Thanksgivings

beat cold, rainy Christmases

each and every time.

You turn fifty-eight

today, but for me you will

always be my fair-haired boy.

~

Grey haired boy, more like!

With all associated

aches and pains and longing.

Deceptive practice,

far from making one perfect,

makes one just untrustworthy.

~

These days it seems some

folks aren’t even trying for

perfection, just deception.