What is the sound of

two poets past their deadline

sleeping soundly at the switch?

~

After pondering 

this poetic riddle, I

vote for the sound of silence.

I sit and wait as

my familiar companion.

anxiety, natters on.

~

That’s one companion

whose omnipresent chatter’s

best stifled by joyous song.

Lengthy silences

punctuated by quiet:

Family meal’s finest moments.

~

May we feast on this

and other such fine dining

moments when we can.

In honor of my

son and daughter, I call this

fond memories day.

~

Holy effing hell!

Where can I possibly go

from that softball pitch? Thanks, Mom!

Just because you hear

and see and speak no evil

doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

~

Sometimes evil casts

a spell so insidious

it leaves folks senseless.

As the school year ends,

how do you plan to survive

summer vacation?

~

Perhaps unending

education will teach us

not to sweat tiny details.

Sometimes things work out

even better than we plan

but can we rely on fate?

~

Whether fate turned in

our favor or not, we’re left

to work with what is.

What do you plan to

plant this Spring that you hope to

harvest this Autumn?

~

That which I would plant

now, in this bitter springtime,

will take longer to flourish

A tyrant is born

of ludicrous proposals

rational minds disregard.

~

When arrogance is

deified and ignorance

sanctified, tyrants are born

Though we know things aren’t

necessarily as they

seem, we act as though they are.

~

 From an abundance

of hope, we delude ourselves;

we fake it ’til we make it.