Sonoma Wedding

Christine and Carl

under the trees,

with all their friends

and both families.

The weather was perfect,

the spirits were gay,

a vineyard location for

their grand wedding day.

The speeches were heartfelt,

the catering divine,

the mosh pit was raucus,

jump-dancing so fine.

The bride was on fire

in her beautiful gown,

so lovely even gravity

could not get her down.

The groom and his mom

danced to Friends in Low Places,

while their pals in the distance

sang with smiles on their faces..

The old folks did their job,

mostly sitting and applauding,

and most of them did so

without even nodding.

With a basket of smiles,

perhaps a few tears,

all that’s left is to

wish you 100 great years.

Hello my friends and readers

sorry about the dearth of recent posts...been doing a whole lot of other writing and journaling these days...taking a college-level class at Seaside Center for Spiritual Living and my PTSD treatment continues (marvelously), and I have daily homework for that as well...making many notes in my poetry journal and should again start writing and posting poetry soon

This Year

I’ve reached the age where

life becomes conditional,

largely ephemeral,

most things provisionary,

all things temporary.

the big things,

the small stuff,

it’s a time when I’ve

earned, owned, had enough.

Now, everything’s contingent on

the time remaining,

a simple fact of life,

each day self-sustaining,

sometimes in joy,

others with strife.

No matter the years,

the many, the few,

it’s simply the truth,

we’re all just passing through,

briefly posed between

two eternities,

and that, my friends,

is the year’s only certainty.

If there’s a year ahead,

what to do?

Read another book?

See another movie?

Walk another beach?

Or, boldly experiment

with something new.

Maybe I’ll just think about it.

For a while.

Evolution

A CRYSTALLINE is a two line image poem, often with a title, in which euphony is the key factor. The lines will have 8 or 9 syllables to make a total of seventeen.

Evolution

Summer’s season too soon leaves us.

Autumn’s arrival awaits, offstage.

In the End

The night moon waits, lingering,
behind the evening clouds.
It was only noon
a few minutes ago,
sun shining,
 largely with hope.
The day moon looked on then too,
faint but present,
with portents of things to come,
easily ignored by most of us.

When our final moment arrives,
as it assuredly must,
with a light brighter than
the moon and  stars,
it will be in the middle of the night.
No matter the time.
One will know the past
ended last night,
and in the end,
our lives are simply stories,
and night comes all too soon.

The world will proceed
with its plan.

Genius Inside

Every four years,

near summer’s end,

the world focuses

on sports, on athletics.

For me, awaiting fall,

there’s more to enjoy,

like art and beauty,

nature, aesthetics.

We can’t all be runners  

and leapers and such,

especially us old folks,

it would just be too much.

Yet, as our own personal

autumn nears,

there’s joy to be found,

no mere dollop of pride,

we each have some genius,

an artist inside.

We’re each an Olympian,

merely needing the temerity,

to claim our abundance,

our joy and prosperity.

one from Tom Hayes

Grecian Earned

Okauchee born, lucky lad,
appreciative of what he had,
and then -
the battle's test,
a needed rest,
a soul-mate best,
and feelin blessed,
all markers on a lifeline.
Family and friends,
it twists and bends.
Now moving on
beyond the fears.
There's unfinished business.
Peace , poems and pita.
Celebrate life - Opah!