At 60

image link At 60 * Every morning, for 42 years, his coffee waits, steaming. Every night, dinner, hot, waiting on dining room table. Every bedtime, she lies, motionless, while above her he thrusts and grunts. * 42 years ago, her mother was a living icon to how it’s done Hours before the vows, she gave…

Tao Te Ching/Dao De Jing V 12

image link The five colors can blind, The five tones deafen, The five tastes cloy. The race, the hunt, can drive men mad And their booty leave them no peace. Therefore a sensible man Prefers the inner to the outer eye: He has his yes, – he has his no. –Witter Bynner rendition of Lao…

Goodbye Theresa

image link I need you. Too bad. I’m hurting. Too busy. We’re friends. Not like that. Since childhood. Things change. He hurt me. Told you so. Let’s meet. I’ll try. You have time. Your point? I need you. Too bad. I’m hurting. Can’t help you. Goodbye. No response.

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…

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…

Day 28 — OctWriPoMo — WORK and TRAIN

image link Today’s offerings are two poems in the Clarity Pyramid form.  The first is pretty clear, it is about a sense of belonging at my job, which is in a human service field.  The job is challenging, demanding, and would be impossible to do without the support of my co-workers!   WORK human comradeship…

Day 21 — OctWriPoMo — Nothing Remains the Same

image taken at Gilmore Car Museum at Hickory Corners After so many paralyzing ruminations, yet Before being able to talk myself out of action Came the revelation that I can Do whatever I choose as a path on this Earth.  That well-worn, logical options aren’t always the best. Fear, the consummate servant of the psyche…