Tag Archives: #writingsprint

Reaching Home

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! ~~~~~ This is how it always is, though no way close to what you or I think, have decided it must be. Yet, what you believe may become your vision. Perhaps, for a time, you will convince me it’s mine. I would not persuade you to follow what I […]

As I Fall Behind

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! ~~~~~ In the light of the sunset, I saw the eyes of truth. Though they showed the debt I accrued in youth. They left me smiling, just the same. In the glory of the dawn, I heard the voice of all creation, saw the raptor and the fawn. I […]

A Different Day

~~~~~ In this instant generation is it ever just now? If each moment an anticipated future, how? Recording all our lives for future delectation Can existence contain any new expectation? Will it ever be right now, this moment, day? Can we live now while deciding what to say? It is said, our history is written […]

Last Note ~ Toddler’s Song

~~~~~ Girl, 3, shoots, kills sister, 4, in NW Harris County, Houston TX–3/12/2023 One more bullet shot from one more gun. You are sure this must be all; the last one. Yet, once more death and once more pain. We watch it splatter another stupid stain. One more child becomes unable to reply. Is there […]

What Sages Tell

~~~~~ Brief interludes may be the joy of life. A smile, kind word to dispel our strife. If only briefly, our day becomes better. Duties we feel ted to, it foils our fetter. Our shackles have only been imaginary, Yet we say it’s Marley’s chain we carry. Our forced claim feeds a thing we need, […]

Hold On

~~~~~ Form a figure three by three Where each space speaks In its own language, rhythm. Yet all fit together like a child’s Puzzle where every piece Is a different color and The pattern changes with how You change them, rearrange Your view and your perception. Memory marks the surfaces As they slip away, repeat. […]

Before the Conductor

~~~~~ Speaking to a stranger with common ground, Though the setting is alien to our daily lives. Shared interest, music, a universal language, Waiting, the hall fills, the orchestra appears. Clattering steps down the stairs. Young feet And old changing seats, seeking a best view. To see and hear, closer or farther depending. The orchestra […]

Soliloquy of the Elder Man

~~~~~                 Variation on a theme by W.S. of S. on A. To pee, or not to pee, that’s sequestration: Nether squeeze, a whimper in the line to buffer The zings and harrows of reluctant motion, Now to fake aim against an urn that bubbles. And by pretending flush then. To zip—to leave, Open the […]

Thoughts at a Concert

~~~~~ A clumsy rearrangement of the players. A forgotten score, a shifting of brass. To see that global warming can call forth Both the ultimate disaster and salvation A perspective I have never dreamed So easy to see once shown, so hidden By prophets and profits, disguising What should be obvious, plain to all. How […]

Meaning is Meaning

~~~~~   Each word I write comes from a placeWhich jazz musicians know well.Riffing off the world and each otherWhich will never sound the same twice.Each dependent on brief feelings,The vibe of the moment, connection.Never right or wrong, barely there.So that when it’s written downThe rest of us hear but a spark, an instantThat echoes, […]