Category Modern Life

I’ve Heard

~~~~~ Certainty, it’s said, is fleeting. It may vanish upon meeting or offer you a warm greeting. You hope it will last a lifetime. pray it becomes your lifeline. Most lose it, such a rife crime. It’s ephemeral, so it’s precious, though it can turn you vicious. Believe it, it’s gone, suspicious. Belief is no […]

Cheap Bead on a Necklace of Stars

~~~~~ When will we say enough is more than enough? Will it be before our world, we cry, “time out?” Might we be told, exit the stage, leave our stuff? Never convinced we saw what our play’s about? Where have we gone wrong in the deeps of time? Perhaps, a wrong person took a rock […]

Circular

~~~~~ My heart seeks answers to questions I do not know, know to ask or answer. Bemusing, I do not understand understanding. I cannot ponder, wonder which, I cannot conceive tenants of faith I do not believe. Existence, nonexistence, always, ever, always never. Everywhere, nowhere, Yet, always, always in the center. A pawn of fate, […]

Coping Strategy

~~~~~ We do what we can and we do what we must, time, but fickle storm, blows a random gust. Space, beyond our ken, in imagination sings. Each morning amazes us, new glory brings. While we grow madder, really quite insane, paltry scope of which our perceptions reign. Analyze what’s beyond, find  linier success. Most […]

Je Vous Suis

~~~~~ Radio crooned, what if god were one of us? Question a somewhat older pop song asked. It makes me wonder, what if god is all of us? And we fail to notice, since we all go masked Still, we tell ourselves we know only truth, everybody else only playing make-believe. But don’t let anyone […]

Anticipation

~~~~~ I sing the tune without notes, life, air, water, love and hate. Urgent laughter, birds and boats, indrawn breath which all await. Star birth and truth glowing, shadows contrast, seeds scatter, wafting aloft; a river flowing, small feet, rain go pitter-patter. Glorious crescendo in minor key within, without,, all together. Alone, contained, a stormy […]

Part and Parcel

~~~~~ Land’s end, is it real or only metaphor? Will it bend, as need will reveal what we’ll use it for? The coastal horizon, undiscovered place where we walk. Will we put a guise on to hide our face or so we don’t balk? The known world, they tell me, is set. I cannot believe […]