Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Beauty of Blogging

poet
making songs
finding rhymes

it's like
puzzling out
some-
thing

what could the
meaning
be

and can I find-
a word
a relation
an analogy

what will it mean
to me
can anyone else
hear me

it is
comforting-
like scratching that
itch
completely and
comfortably

it's like a puzzle
a word game
which I can win!
because
I made it-
up

it's a little world
unto itself
within which
everything -should-
     make sense

all very short
-not difficult
to remember
-no chapters
-no index
-no storyboard

no editors
or other things
no papers to sign
no agent
no one to please

it is good to be
free

it also feels nice
to use the language
     as I like
to use the punctuation
to actually punctuate-!
rather than
to simply be
correct

all those long hours
in English Classes
sitting on ones
A****
trying to figure out
which rule goes to what
and where and whom
and why

why not spell according
to some rule
which never changes
the way a word is
pronounced...

don't get me
started

the beauty of blogging
is
this...  !



 


Death at the Rookery

seals on the rocks 
seals in the waves 
baby seals being protected 
by the mother seals 

gulls and pelicans 
cormorants 
waiting, hopefully 

heads bobbing offshore 
more seals there 
I never knew 
this was here 

and now they have 
protected it 
no houses will be 
built here 
to drive these seals 
away 

there is a volunteer 
with a clipboard 
counting 
     seals 

all the people marvel- 
carefully cross the railroad tracks 
to see- 
a sign needs to be 
put here
a sign for people
to read  

these tracks are real 
trains come fast 
through the trees 

some older folks 
supported by other 
older folks 
need to know

I can't believe
that no one has 
perceived 
the death 
that will 
happen 
here 

just a small sign 
a small crossing 
walkway 
would prevent 
the tragedy 

life and death
life and death 
-death at the 
rookery-  


stop

you will not stop 
you have been restrained 
and 
you will not stop 

how scared 
should I be 
how crazy 
are you 

you show up at the places 
you know I'll be 
police reports 
mean nothing
to you  

you hate me 

what did I do- 
but treat you well 
for so many years 

I miss you 

but not the bad you 
I miss the nice one 
you used 
to be 

the gentle and 
kind one 
the interesting 
one 

the one I would go 
swimming with 
the one I would walk 
through 
the fields 
with 

not this one 
which threatens me 
not this one 
which breaks things

where has the good one 
gone 




to be here

i challenge myself 
to change my attitude 

it must be positive 
from now on 
(so they say)

Pollyanna 
and I-
we will make 
such a pair- 

we will not dwell on 
current events...
nothing in the news 
will scare us! 

stalking x's-
drilling dentists-
none of these 
will daunt us

we will be so positive 
that nothing 
will stick 
to us 

we will sway 
we will circle 
we will float 
we will fly

who am I 
trying to kid, here 
no! I mean it!
This time I mean it!

Whether or not 
I can think myself 
a million dollars 

I much prefer 
thinking that the best of things
must be 
"just around the corner"

Better yet,
they say, 
is not to think 
much at all 

but to be 
here 
in the now 
in the space 
between 
the reality 
and 
the dream

just think, 
this space 
is free 

it is ours 
for the asking 

it has clarity 
it has peace 

it has that blissful 
space 

better even than being 
positive 

is to be here 
where we happen 
to be   




little animals

The little ground squirrel
Runs out
And looks at me

Animals at
Vegetarian retreats
Act differently

They are not so afraid
They know no one
Will eat
Them

We should all be
Like that

So mellow because no one
Is dropping
Bombs
On us

It is possible
For us all
To live like that

If we can imagine it
It can happen

Now
We all just need
To imagine
To help each other

To be like
The little animals
at
a
vegetarian
retreat