Often, well, more often these days I am trying to look for the simple things, the little things, the beautiful things… all around us in everyday life. Nature brings us so many of these things (including ourselves / humanity itself). So this brings me to my toothy friend, the Lamprey (often improperly identified as an “eel” which is way more evolved…oddly). This strange little thing, a marvel of engineering really, has been around some 300 million years on good estimates (based on the fossil records). So… this strange little blood sucker with barely developed systems has been around longer than us by a long-shot… Humans.. the pinnacle of everything? hmmm ? Just some perspective (we have only been around an absolute fraction compared to these slimy little bastards). So I felt like posting just some of my simpler poems… to communicate a simple thought, or feeling, or moment… sometimes I am just a simple one minded thing latching on to something for dear life.. and other times I am matryoshka doll… life is like that, I am trying to unpack my dolls within dolls and just be my core for all the world to see… we’ll see…
5/31/18
I can not express
in these words
what life is
to be
without you
(*note: this is my version of haiku, I think it encompasses the feel of the form)
5/31/18
in length
I am a rope
bound together
in knots
frayed ends
holding on
tied
together
(*note: another haiku feel for me… at least but also I was kind of also calling EE Cummings)
5/31/18
runways
maps for planes
lights at night
to guide
lines of sight
grounded flight
(*note: haiku feel… damn I said that already… but this was specifically about Teterboro Airport which I pass all the time driving home or about the local town)
“stairs” 6.1.18
I am at the bottom of the stairs
no recollection
of getting there
I look up
spotlight shines down
sitting
do I attempt
to climb my way out?
(*note – I wrote this in my basement, here in the northeast US we have “finished basements“, essentially totally another level of the house underground, I was doing some sit ups and looked up the stairs… hence the thrust of the poem…)
6.1.18
happiness
you were once a confidant
a neighbor
a friend
a lover
and now
no longer
“simple line” 6.2.18
I point
there is life
there is death
your only disagreement
a single breath
“support” 6.3.18
bridges built
bridges lost
bridges burned
I drown so fast
6.18.18
you are my flower
to plant
to water
to love
my treasure
to love
forever
Notes… as always I appreciate all feedback… I welcome criticism.. in fact I invite it, I want to be beaten up because I do not have your eyes, your ears or your mind, I am not looking for acceptance or sycophants, I am confident in my own dome, this, my home of words, but I want to understand other people’s land that their voice is planted on… because how else can I grow… if I do not know what else is out there in this virtual planet?
Music ? I thought you would never ask…
you have heard his works before, you probably did not know it… if you did know, well… kudos my fellow traveler.
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