Sometimes I waken
Long before the sky turns grey
Just to lay abed
Pondering the day ahead
Failing to resume repose
Tanka
Sufferers Wonder
Is compassion hard
For those graced by good fortune
Or by great fortunes;
Or are they just indifferent
To any pain not their own?
Novam Stellam Lembos
Awaiting verdict,
A flutter begins within.
Perhaps this muster
Will prove too lofty a bar?
Oh, be still my doubting heart!
~
I can see him there,
Standing before his elders,
Bearing scrutiny
Calmly and confidently,
Honor evident within.
~~
Sitting in the dark
After sending him, alone,
Standing tall upon
His merits, not just resting
Upon his laurels,
The warmth of the car is pale
Beside the glow of my pride.
~~~
Outcome regardless,
The flare of my love for him
Eclipses the sun!
Ultimate Solutions?
Could it simply be
That this old social worker
Forgot all about
Electronic’s basic rule:
“If it’s acting weird, reboot”?
Wonder Bound
In this darkened night
glowing glimmers on the sea
bound for distant shores,
exactly where, I ponder
as I remain, in wonder.
Unto the Faithless Steward
Greedy heart blinds eyes,
base desires cloud thinking,
thus betraying dreams
and petty machinations
that have long blighted your soul.
Honor, long absent,
now regarded with disdain,
no longer offers
salvation’s outstretched hand,
but only retribution.
When your fantasy
lies amid smoking ruin,
where vain desire
and bold ego once held sway,
you may blame none but yourself!
Bureau of Obfuscation
Is it the intent
of public policy wonks
to gum up the works,
to discourage service use,
or is that benefit fringe?
Calculus of the Heart
I did not honor
him enough, while he lived.
I chose to do that
now, through my service to you.
Love’s Transitive Property.
Toward a Meeting of the Heart
Must is always be
thus? A sorrowful event,
inevitable,
this slow decline of aging?
Or, can we make time
in our crazy, busy, lives;
a pause to sit, be,
loving, in reminiscence
together, while time remains?
Or must we, waiting,
face that harsh regret, wishing
another path was chosen?
Be undeterred
by ancient patterns, remain
steadfast, unswayed
by current, daily pressures;
make the time, for whom we love.
Grains of Joy and Sorrow
Is there more bitter
sweet event in this life than
sifting memories
from the accumulated
sands of a lifetime well spent?
Heart Strings
Here I am again
on the road this gray morning,
driving once again,
eyes blinded wide and drooling,
into Pavlovian reactions.
An Airy Caress
After long silence,
a whispered breath of love
sounds, pulse pounding loud,
sending reverberations
quaking through my very core.
Into the Void
What is happening?
Maybe it is the fatigue
Of travel, drama.
Perhaps it’s just for today,
but I have nothing to say.
A Day in My Life (omnibus)
Act 1: Fuck Control!
Infuriation
wars with frustration, sorrow
as careful planning
slips into chaos due to
circumstances well beyond…
Breathe in, and Breathe out
Repeat until harmony,
once again, arrives.
Act 2: Witness the Whiteness
An unexpected
snowfall lightens the landscape
but not the mindscape.
Breathe in and Breathe out.
Anoxia may bring light,
But not the light sought after!
Better to take deeper breaths.
Act 3: What Good, Will
Inevitably,
the shifting from rain to snow
alters perception;
different, yet the same,
it’s still precipitation.
The spirit lightens
despite it’s worst intention
a smile begins to form.
A blessing of falling snow!
Act 4: Grand Finale
Now after supper
confusion resurfaces!
There is no demon
I’ve been dreading expecting!
Camaraderie
only, with real “Bon Ami”
I see no terror,
no fear or exploitation!
No intervention needed,
I’m guessing, then, I can leave?
Aroil in Pain 