No Time!

I'd so like to write something long and engaging,
but I've got much to do, and haven't stopped aging!

Time's a flying, as must I, I hope you'll understand.
And, and I'll screed a line or two when I'm back on dry land.

The challenge for Jeanette

What a puzzle!

How to be the me that I would like to be?

Is it by a rule that I could find in some book?

Is it by a membership? A wish? A smile? A look?

Maybe knowing what I want, forever will to try,
And presence of mind to get a yardstick to measure by.
And if it fails, then faith to start the whole thing o'er again.
And then to speed up time, I need a mentor, or a friend.

Happy New Year!

New year!

doppler noise maker fast-detuning as confetti's raining down.

Well, some days have past.

Nonetheless. Here I am. Take a photo, write a line. Sing and make a miracle!

Already the year is wonderful! When I refresh my mind;
I hardly recognize the place
it has a couple rooms I never entered.

Just imagined!

I never entered my mind!

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The Silent Feast

In the garden are the teeth I buried.
See them there and Be Afraid!
Only when you are unwaried
are you like to see the spade.

It digs deep beside your table.
Watch what tricks it bades you see.
Have it open while you're able,
Take the open road with me.

And what time is this that fleeting,
Passes me and leads me on?
That I only know my meeting
Is a task that I run from.

You alone can be my helpmeet,
You alone can be my guide.
Hearken! Take the silent meal. Eat!
Feel the worms that feast inside.

Self Promotion

You think we are so different, you and I.
You see me write my name across the sky,
My face is public, okay, yours is shy.
Or else you are sincere, while I am sly.

Yet you are me and cannot 'scape me - try!
It is my very self, I wrote this - I!
And my duplicity gives out the lie,
Shy-public me or yet sincerely sly.

Winds of Change

Gently,

blowing like a breeze the merest whisper of direction hints at - what?



Stronger now,

picking up loose wrappers, papers, one or two ideas.



Now insistent,

Even trees are leaning deep the other way as in resistance.


Now a full gale force.

Like a hurricaine, but let's hope this movement isn't circular!

Learning to Music

I thought I wanted to rule the world,
And made myself a king.
But I knew naught of world ruling,
So I couldn't do a thing.

I figured I needed to be a boss,
So I got myself a staff,
But knew naught of business and sold at a loss,
And it gave my staff a laugh.

I got it! A party would make me feel great!
I had it and everyone came.
Though as nice as can be, they were strangers to me,
And that isn't quite the same.

So next time I won't be so hasty,
And I'll give myself half of a chance.
For my next happiness venture,
I'm doing my prep in advance.

So here I am learning to music -
For when I take Carnegie Hall.
But now I find that I'm just having the best time -
Who cares if I get there at all!