What balancing act Magician’s sleight of hand Do we use To simply live Make our lives Feel grand Who do we fool Do you suppose Ourselves Others No one Do we merely Pretend The emperor Has clothes Long before The cheat Is pointed out
If I knew I was dying What would I say About me To you Who knew me Best, better Perhaps Than I know Myself Still I have secrets We all Have secrets What will I say About my life Plans, hopes, dreams Some realized In unexpected ways Should I tell What really happened All of […]
Does the human voice Beautiful, resonant Moving, harsh Croaking, damaged Call to us Bring to us Wisdom, stories We cannot imagine Make-up ourselves Neither exact Nor strictly accurate But more true Than reality itself
I’m turning over words and phrases Like flipping a random deck of cards I am finding only deuces and treyses Seeking wholeness, but finding shards Searching for an ace or king or queen My chance to take the winning trick Not reality, reflection, but in between Cards upon a table; everything clicks Like magic: practiced […]
Who could predict that it would rain On the day I met you, that one time With newspapers held over my head So you would kindly offered to share Your umbrella, with its Caillbotte art It might have been Monet’s waterlilies I don’t quite remember, except we ran Under the awning; we talked, rain fell […]
Which comes first, The words or The thoughts Does either generate The other Do they speak To us For us About us In rhythms Movements Stone and paint Discovery Telling us Wisdom We cannot Express in words Deep thinking Below the surface Silent or Too difficult Too hear Midst daily clangor Our true being […]
Another day I have not accomplished What I hoped I might do when it began Still and all, at days end, I’d done some My book of life turns another the page Many goals, projects I’ve in the queue Marching 2 x 2, 16 dozen fight to get in I know where to go with […]
Most days my life is so crazy and confusing It does not one bit of good to keep refusing I find no answers in the books I’m perusing I’m told it’s all about the winning and losing And I think this more than a little bemusing Leaving me battered, all so bloody bruising I suppose […]
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In a 1966 novel, Beautiful Losers, Leonard Cohen penned the incredibly optimistic poem, God is Alive, Magic is Afoot, celebrating the life force as both God and Magic. That is a sentiment I believe in, but I am much more pessimistic about where we are now. This is my take on Cohen’s work. Greed will […]
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