The poet's verse
is the poet's curse
in this brave new
Tw1tterVerse
PERMANENT IMPERMANENCE
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Feeling Zen
When I am
feeling Zen
I wash my dishes
so that I am
reminded of
the sacredness
in every
ordinary moment.
feeling Zen
I wash my dishes
so that I am
reminded of
the sacredness
in every
ordinary moment.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Pecan Tree
I am like a pecan tree
and my poems are nuts
Some pecans are full of holes
bored by worms and other things
that hollow out the nut from inside
Other pecans are fully formed
beautifully shaped and
filled with goodness that
is a delight to the tongue
the soul and the body
Likewise some of my poems
are full of holes
drilled by worms of hate
anger self doubt and
fear of rejection
And others are actually
fit for human consumption
hopefully filled with
love emotion and
universal experience
Does the tree ever know
which nuts will grow
or which nuts are
deformed and unfit
for anything but compost
Does the tree even
know that it is nuts
that define what it is
I am a pecan tree
and my poems are nuts
and a tree is alas
known by its fruits
and my poems are nuts
Some pecans are full of holes
bored by worms and other things
that hollow out the nut from inside
Other pecans are fully formed
beautifully shaped and
filled with goodness that
is a delight to the tongue
the soul and the body
Likewise some of my poems
are full of holes
drilled by worms of hate
anger self doubt and
fear of rejection
And others are actually
fit for human consumption
hopefully filled with
love emotion and
universal experience
Does the tree ever know
which nuts will grow
or which nuts are
deformed and unfit
for anything but compost
Does the tree even
know that it is nuts
that define what it is
I am a pecan tree
and my poems are nuts
and a tree is alas
known by its fruits
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Role Playing
I have been playing roles my whole life
The forgotten middle child
The obedient and needy son
The stable and reliable Pater Provider
The lover
The unfaithful lover
The rejected and cuckolded husband
Brother
Student
Teacher
Boss
Friend and sometimes
though not by choice
enemy
Late in life I come to the wisdom
that all these roles are not me
but only choices I have made
The choices have seared me
scarred me and given character
to my aging and graying face
Now the end of this journey
is real and growing closer every day
Now is the time for me to determine
and to learn who I really am
To cease being a minor player on this stage
and to live in the truth of this moment
with the authenticity of a poet's heart.
And this frightens me more than any
role I have ever learned to play
The forgotten middle child
The obedient and needy son
The stable and reliable Pater Provider
The lover
The unfaithful lover
The rejected and cuckolded husband
Brother
Student
Teacher
Boss
Friend and sometimes
though not by choice
enemy
Late in life I come to the wisdom
that all these roles are not me
but only choices I have made
The choices have seared me
scarred me and given character
to my aging and graying face
Now the end of this journey
is real and growing closer every day
Now is the time for me to determine
and to learn who I really am
To cease being a minor player on this stage
and to live in the truth of this moment
with the authenticity of a poet's heart.
And this frightens me more than any
role I have ever learned to play
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