Editing Differences

 

Outside or in - inside or out

we are one with ourselves

viewing life around us

accepting life within

wishing for the moments

when the two blend...

reflections of who we are

or want to be, come

pouring out the senses,

we edit the differences,

keep our thoughts silent

and subversive as we mold

post to the future,

determining right angles of

thought and triangles of

equalities under the sun,

shadows hide our dreams

beside the ones we left

there yesterday morning

when views were similar.

March 29, 2025

Voyeur

on the other side

eyes focus,..  retaining

what they can for

later when not so alone,

unaware, the hold the

keys to passion,

unaware, the perform

silent rituals,

unaware, they share what

they do not want to as

caring and love remains

forever private...

on the other side

eyes squint to take it all in

to remember and imagine

what it would be like

it was reverse...

who's privacy would be

available to see,

who's would be violated?

March 29, 2025

Moon Ponds

the fullness of the night's sky ripples

through the absent day...

and over the banks of the small ponds

attempting to catch its reflections,

the curved earth knows no limitations

knows no resistance from the

flocks of trees along its banks...

rocks hold the old ones while

tentative roots dig into the clay

from which the pots that hold the liquid

were made from decades ago,

when these seedlings had just

dropped from above, 

flung to the side by the wind

that knew no other course,

the small fish became large and

were easily caught by the lads who

imagined great things from a full moon.

March 28, 2025

 

Cavern Caveats

mirror-like waters reflect what we don't see
pools flow under and around
streamers of yellows and blues mark the walls
allowing normal traffic to pass through,
purple hues guide our sight
directing us under and from within
platforms appear incidental
Shadows define the light that dwells
inside the recesses and crevices.
undisturbed water flows centuries long.
without interference or interludes
Rocking patterns yet to be defined or brought
into question by those who doubt.
the unknown penetrates before invasion
time wrestles with its own eventualities,
water carved out this underground tomb
and we saw it either first or last depending
upon the perspective of one's awareness.

March 27, 2025

Day's End

into the boat the water washes

not salty at all

as some would say it is...

perhaps,

it is my location or a wrong reading

on the compass stowed below,

perhaps,

it is the gods who have sent us thusly

to explore our destiny

or someone else's yet to be discovered.

it is a strange dialect that

surrounds me now...

these heavens seem to be closing in,

making the world smaller

more finite,

less encompassing than when

first, we sailed these waters,

low and behold

the sun guides our reckoning...

we are at day's end.

March 25, 2025

A Mental Pond

 

gently
blows the morning breeze,
briskly
my heart flutters openly,
factually
a cat-like creature sits upon my shoulder
poised to pounce on unsuspecting prey,
recklessly
my eyes search the surrounding area,
reluctantly
the whiteness of her emerges - an assumed gender
why else alone?
intrigued by the reflections and shadows
emersed in solitude
pensive and practical,
delayed interpretation of reality - exposure
trepidations in tentative turmoil...
why else here?
for my beauty - my sight - my fantasies delayed
could it be?
a harmony emerges
well within my range...
honestly
I'm glad I came here today.

March 25, 2025

Egos

 
moments pass slowly
days overly age
skies belabor the point
no one wants to know,
drifting alone
absence of mind
wondering
but thoughtless
a vacuum of expression
no one hears
no one sees
no one understands
the dilemma ahead...
behind hope's left
gone or stolen
it matters not,
we end what began
beginning what ended
long ago...
we seek and
find nothing,
sharing not what we
don't have or want,
your conclusions
my tomorrows
my futures are
your only past.

March 24, 2025

Easy Pickins

we grip the threads of success
maybe once or twice
if we are lucky - none at all
is the typical way it goes...
some of us, spin gold just as
easily as sipping a cup of tea
in the afternoon gardens
of our neighbor's desires...
we were destined to be wealthy
or poor - no in-between...
not just yet anyway - we will
know more tomorrow we believe,
nocturnal fences we build then
destroy as our needs progress,
and we stumble over currencies
lying around on the floor...
as if it dropped off of trees
we planted the other day...
it comes easy to some of us
others not so much but we get it
all the same, sharing it with those
who need it less and less...
a graveyard of new ideas
a river to float them on
bored navigators sitting on docks
waiting to toss out the line...
the wealthy never get greedy
they just get wealthier
never hesitating to keep it close.

March 22, 2025

Wisdom Chasing

along the road to wisdom
we take many other paths
that look most promising
only to find they were
detours...  taking us away
from the road on which
we needed to be...  we are
alarmed by our inability to
make correct decisions,
our inability to make
correct judgements until
fully experiencing the
wrong turns we took along
the way...  but the way was
never marked - there were
no signs to guide or to
directed our movements...
we were left forsaken,
abandoned, left to perish
in the vast wilderness of
life - a life of which we 
knew very little...  not at
all like we had imagined,
where it was gifted and
wrapped with a bow...
spoiled and infatuated, we
stumbled our way through
life, carrying what we could
in our pockets like the coins
of the ancients...  a mess of
life we made, until wisdom
informed us in no uncertain
terms - it no longer mattered.

March 22, 2025

Longboats Arriving

longboats row to shore unevenly
an uncertain metaphor plays out
grandma sits on the back porch
stitching up the holes in her
son's theoretical theories...
grandpa sits on the front porch
hoping the black coal will turn
white soon from this morning,
Elanor's vacation plans have 
suffered minute changes since
toxic cargoes been offloaded,
june bugs await their arrival
in empty coffee cans formerly
used for fishing worms...
rain scrubs all backyard plans
until further notice as morning
flowers wish to get saturated...
desperate critters roam the yard
looking for kindness and a place
to spend the night - washing their
teeth in the falling rain...  we see
the ends before the means and
have no justification at all...
morning brings the longboats
to our shores without considering
the rituals disturbed by their
inevitable presence and daring. 

March 19, 2025