Daoism · poetry · remembrance · work

Depot

image link   You’ve heard fake it 'til you make it? Where you pretend you’re caring Human, empathetic, a good listener, Monogamous, drug-free, eating single portions. It’s practice, they say, try on the role, And one day you’ll get the golden trophy. It takes time, they say, things worth having Are worth working for.  Time… Continue reading Depot

Daoism · remembrance · retirement · work

Empty Cubicle

image link I'm retiring from my current place of employment in June 2018, after having served 25 years.  Yes, served as in a sentence.  It hasn't been all bad.  Every year we do an office Secret Santa.  It is a week of gifts that you give and receive, each gift in the $2-$5 range.  So… Continue reading Empty Cubicle

love · poetry · remembrance · Uncategorized

If Love was Enough

image link If love was enough, I’d overlook your unwavering putdowns of others whose faces you smile into, million small cuts, relentless putdowns of me, non-dissuadable gaslighting, insistence for appeasement, unsatiable abyss of need and want for any and everything.   If love was enough, I’d allow only your smile, laugh, kindness to animals, knowledge… Continue reading If Love was Enough

fiction · mature audiences only · remembrance · The Daily Post -- Prompts

Merman

image link I’m reclining on an air chaise that has soft arms with an attached table with drink holder and small cooler, in the middle of the pool.  In the holder sits a chilled globed glass with orange pineapple juice with grapefruit Stoli over cranberry juice rocks. It is Summer, with a clear sky overhead,… Continue reading Merman

nature · remembrance · The Daily Post -- Prompts

Acknowledgment

image link that goes to youtube video this is from We’d been driving north for a few hours, loosely along Lake Michigan, but only catching glimpses of it through dense trees.  We were headed to Traverse City, where the magnificence of the combination of forest, hills, vineyards, and water makes for nature in complete splendor. … Continue reading Acknowledgment

poetry · remembrance · Taoism

Cosmic Music

image link Cerebral Grooves, niches, Spaces; the arena for Synaptic sparking of axons and dendrites into threads Called memories. Consider: Each electric thread Twangs distinctly. Visual Aural Gustatory Somatosensational Olfactory Sixth sensual, And many other* Aspects; Yet together, The threads Build a tone, unique In time And space. Repetition in other Times and spaces Build… Continue reading Cosmic Music

#OctPoWriMo2017 · acrostic · OctPoWriMo · parent child relationship · poetry · remembrance

Day 5 — OctWriPoMo — The Story Remains the Same

image link Today's prompt got me thinking about what I've learned from my parents.  It's a ponderance I've had over the years that what's been learned is a mixed bag.  Parental attributes are a double-edged sword, a yin and yang, if you will.  I have no idea whether this can be considered poetry or not,… Continue reading Day 5 — OctWriPoMo — The Story Remains the Same

love · music · remembrance

1952 Vincent Black Lightning

image linkimage link Years ago a friend of mine gave me a mix tape with this song on it.  It tells a burning love story that has no end.  The kind of love that usually crashes and burns. One day in 2006 I met my "young James".  'Tis true, my heart did thump at remembering… Continue reading 1952 Vincent Black Lightning

remembrance

Recreate

Egg dances with sperm; a clump of cells grows into a babyme. Babyme is born and leaves the hospital, with daddy and mommy, just married. Daddy works at the factory; mommy cooks and cleans, changes diapers, feeds and cares for babyme. Birthdays come and birthdays go. Lots of pictures taken and lots of presents given.… Continue reading Recreate

parent child relationship · remembrance

Black Sheep

Looking through my library this morning, I came across a letter and some poetry a friend of mine sent me back in 1995, shortly after my father passed away.  It triggered an emotional response that there is space to allow its full expression.  Many times these triggers cannot be but fleetingly acknowledged, as they are… Continue reading Black Sheep