Make us a garden
nurtured and cultivated
for joy, not just for harvest,
not a copper vein
to be abandoned, a blight,
drained and despoiled.
Ancient Wisdom
A lesson well learned,
No matter how painfully,
Is never wasted.
Anodyne Applied
Dawn’s fury displaced
by a walk among the blooms.
Harmony restored.
Long Unspoken Fury
How was it my fault,
Dad,
When those dime store Wallabees
Melted through the furnace grate?
How you always chided me
When I said I was afraid,
“Don’t be such a fraidy cat.”
Now you stand and seethe, enraged
Learning what I always know.
Floor grates lead to misery
And premature, stinky, deaths
For green plastic army men
And your cheap-ass knock-off shoes!
Katauta 9 Apr 2021
Out there, on that beam,
Basking in the noonday sun;
With fathomless depths below.
– Turtles Atop…
Haiku 5 Apr 2021
Dawn above the marsh
Ignites watery fires
Amongst the grasses
Moving On
Capture the essence of bliss,
Retain memories of rejoicing,
Accept the sorrow of loss,
Refuse to wallow in mourning!
Needles
Needles for sewing
Needles for trees
Needles for knitting
Needles for music
Needles for teasing
Needles for pleasure
Needles for mending
Needles for health
Needles for living
Needles for pain
Needles for dying
Needlessly crying
Endlessly trying
To A Companion, True
Green leas and warm sun
Soft breezes and cool waters,
I pray, await you dear friend.
Vetting
If a carpenter
Only has one big hammer,
Go and hire someone else.
~
All that joker wants
Is to pry apart some boards
And scrape the rust off his tool.
Walk In Spring
Hosts of heathern hues,
vernal, vibrant and vital,
adorn all ambler’s acres.
Gleeful Recreation
That old thing? It’s garbage!
Worn beyond repair.
There’s pieces missing.
It just don’t work.
Besides, it’s ugly as hell.
It ain’t worth the effort
to give it away.
Lord knows it’ll sure never sell!
So there it sat
rusting and rotten,
a refuge for rats,
forgotten.
And that’s the way that I found it,
buried in decades of leaves,
gone over to rot and decay.
So, what permission, I seized it
and happily hauled it away.
I see some beauty
in worm eaten woodwork
patina’d by years of sunlight,
lichen, leaf mold, and rain.
And in its metal remains
weathered beneath
the rust revealing
a roadmap of courage and pain
etched deeply into each surface
glazed over with alchemical stain.
Yes, It’s beyond restoration.
It will never be as it was;
but that doesn’t mean it is worthless.
Together with other detritus,
we will construct common cause.
Designing therefrom
some homunculus,
fitting a whole new function
denying original form.
Thankless Occupations
Whether the weatherman guesses it right,
Or whether his forecast fills us with fright,
chances are likely one hundred percent
someone will be disappointed.
We Desperate Few
Squished tight
in this bottle’s
neck,
~
Choking-
We get the point!
Our seed fell amongst
the thorns
we grew ourselves.
~
All druthers…
desires…
be now surrendered.
Slaves to survival,
we’ve become.
~
So much rocky ground;
many paths to extinction;
no fertile fields
in sight.
~
Insight!
~
Any hope resides
in casting our seeds widely.
Indeed;
that deed’s our duty
to our tiny tribe
in dire need
of progeny.
~
There is not time
for discrimination!
There can be
no selection.
~
We know not…
Care not…
from whom
salvation
comes.
~
We need each mutation…
Any happenstance …
A chance .
~
The least glimmer,
faintest hint of light
to stand proudly erect
within the crush of night.
