“culture”
I think I’ve never been a farmer
these fields lay fallow
from some neglect
of sown regret
I can see the sun-
sunlight strikes
this empty plot
barren crop
memories now
merely dust
footprints worn in
from pacing rows
starved by drought
nothing grows
weighed down
by a plan of my own disillusion
division
where there was two
there is only one
the damn math
the answer
the equation
becomes none
so I must learn to farm again
guided by the sun
on another patch
in another place
I must abandon
what has gone
I must move on
from this field
sever the bond
that has been
long gone
long gone
travel on – “I must” I tell myself
I look back, for just one more glance
just so, I will not forget.
notes… I was watching a documentary on minimalism last night, I might not agree with all of it, but it got me to thinking, maybe I need to be a minimalist of the heart, I carry baggage way more than I should (I think, I’m not sure, but pretty sure), like material things misery can be a thing of comfort after a while, I am not saying I am miserable but I have some emotional hummel’s on my shelf as reminders, maybe I shouldn’t. I can only try to be better and remind myself moment to moment life is better than the alternative by a long shot. (this particular poem is something I wrote originally on 5.5.18 but re-wrote a bit today as I might do)
music for your consideration…
This is minimalist ambient… and brilliant (if ya ask me), let it fall on you like rain on a summer day, relief and beauty in each drop, like slow motion hands of a visual clock, no harsh sounds, just the surround, of thought.
Shades of My Garden 