A short poem (or two)

Nirvanna

You pout,

a kitten cries,

fog curtains the sun.

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Cycles (a Tricube)

It’s raining

but that’s fine,

it’s needed.

Flowers bloom,

with rain, yes.

and with love.

Summer will

soon be here.

Dry will come.

From where I am sitting

 Today’s prompt for National Poetry Month is to write “from where I’m 

sitting “… my attempt…

17’s From Where I Am Sitting

Wondering what I

was worried about last year

at this very time

Have I expressed love,

today, yesterday, ever?

Now’s a good moment 

Have I forgiven,

today, yesterday, ever?

How about right now?

When there is unease

in my life, it is because

my thoughts are fearful

I try to keep my

thoughts and actions agreeing,

harmoniously.

Adding peaceful thoughts,

feelings, words and right actions

to a needy world.

My friends, may you be

safe, at peace, happy and free

from all suffering.

Be Best (April Fool)

 

I am not living

the life I imagined.

This one is far better.

I’m on a path which

I never anticipated.

It’s pretty cool.

I try my utmost to  

show my spiritual self

as harmlessly as I can, 

yet I feel the need sometimes

to do more than my best.

One of those times is now.

Still, I'm happiest, 

when I bring 

everything I have.

We are all

just passing through.

Might as well do so

with joy and laughter,

rejoicing in the day,

walking more slowly,

maybe even feeling 

a little groovy.

Looking Good

 

Old men can’t help themselves,

it’s the nature of the beast,

the looking back,

the wondering about change,

about the passing of time.

No matter the age we make,

one can’t forget the days,

the unfettered joys shared 

with friends

that time has taken.

Still,

There is nothing I would change

about my life, even if I could,

because it all brought me to her.

There is nothing else I would build,

not from paper, stone or wood,

except that which created me and her.

There is nothing I could say,

not even if I should,

that speaks louder in me than her. 

Simple Truth

 

I find that 

when I smile, 

people smile back.

Everyone. 

Always

Letters

 

There’s much to be learned in this age,

at this age as well. 

A little loss of sound can be a blessing,

a chance to return to the

remarkable self-absorption of youth.

This is a time for connection,

reconnection as well, 

visits, phone calls, letters, cards and

e-mails, in that very descending order 

of intimacy, and it really is too bad,

what that e-mail thing has done to

letter writing, ancient and loving art.

Visits require some degree of readiness,

at least a clean bathroom, but

phone calls, especially the random ones,

can find you in your pajamas, 

heck, even on the toilet. 

Cards are okay, when one does not

have time for a letter, but 

letters have more heart, give more time

to the writer to be reflective,

like a poet, 

searching, reaching, looking

for just the right words.

A writer of letters gets to reflect,

to muse a bit about the addressee, to

remember precious moments, to dream of

better moments yet to come, 

maybe even to plan some, and say so.

It is a peaceful activity, letter writing,

perfect for the cocoa and comforter

days of winter’s end.

Satisfaction

 

Speak softly, carry

a big agenda: 

peace, calm, empathy

and undemanding love.

Make me smile and

laugh until it hurts.

Go ahead, I dare you.

Be a little wild,

use your imagination,

avoid snark to snark combat.