Twenty nine years!
An eternity to a child;
Not even a breathe to the world.
And yet, to me,
An endless drawing of fleeting breathe
That is my marriage to my love.
Author: agarrabrant
Celestial Chorus
This quiet moment,
Unencumbered by labor,
Detached from worry,
Allows the weary spirit
To bathe in tuneless music.
All Hopped Up
Conservatives like,
IPA lovers, confuse
Alpha acid-bitterness
With Richness and Quality.
Nocturnal Notion
As the night draws in
And treefrogs cease their cheaping,
The time grows ripe for sleeping.
Arise…And Shine?
When duty drags us
From deep, contented, slumber
It must be Monday.
Insights
There are very few things that will compel a man, in his mid fifties, to hit the bed at 9:00pm in order to arise at 4:00 am. Most of those things are fun, or at least end up with fun; hunting trips, fishing trips, catching a plane for a vacation. Today is an exception. I carefully timed my retire and rising so that I could bathe and awaken my 17 year old in the one for him to get a shower, drive an hour, get something to eat, and still arrive on time for him to take the SATs at 7:45 (“the doors will close at 0800 and no one arriving after that time will be granted entrance.”). Despite my best efforts, I have found no fun in this. What I have found is a litany of name calling- douche, asshole, tyrant. I guess this is the price of parenthood. Still waiting for the fun…
Middle School
A schoolyard bully,
Even in a coat and tie,
Remains, still, just a bully.
Regulars
After long absence
It is most reassuring
To be called by name
Unchecked Confidence
When your fortress is
Built from a tissue of lies
Do you fear the falling rain?
On the other hand;
If you used thicker paper,
Would you feel any safer?
Nautical Knowledge
I’ve been sailing here
Long enough to read the set
Of the sheets and gauge
Which way the wind is blowing.
Time to reach for sheltered coves.
Ill Gotten Gains
So, profits trump care.
It’s crystal clear, if you look
At who benefits.
Un-Enchanted Evening
When I contemplate
Savage laryngectomy,
With this butter knife,
Before the entree arrives,
I guess I’ve chosen poorly
In my dinner companion.
Double Standards
Why do amateurs
Hold onto double standards
In regard to art?
Perusing a perfection
At best, unlikely,
Frustrated by their failures,
Wishing to be prodigies?
Joy can be achieved
Without seeking mastery
Just relish in the doing!
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Reflecting on my recent #creativesprint
The Spirit of Janus
