AND THUS WAS BORN A POEM!

Green eyes

Sparkling in the shade

Searing sunlight streaming down

On the lawn where we laid

Outside of the house that we made

Lies down.

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Whiteness and blackness under the moon

Drifting flakes on a moonlit night

Calmness incarnate in a worldy body

When one is cozied up inside

In the winter it all seems so regular

One class and then another

One month and then another

Months go by but don’t seem to go at all

It all seems the same, the happy, happy same

The cycle of a happy life that needs no other

Content to live within the present for ever and forever

Grey sky and snow falling

Greyness slowing time

Hiding the truth

Concealing fading youth.

The seasons begin changing

Begin – that was long and long ago, son

You think the change has just begun?

Time never stops ‘til you reach the event horizon of a black hole -

And then you plunge on in

Moods and persons in this body ranging

The whole scope of human emotions, give or take a few

There’s nothing that I can do

That will be original –

There’s nothing that I can do

That has been done before.

Springtime flowers rise up from the mutual grave

The Earth takes and gives and takes

Where’s ‘Daylight Savings Time’ – can time be caught to save?

The houses that we make

Sometimes may endure for a while

But ultimately

Dust

Unto

More dust

Unto

Annihilation.

We can make our simple mark in the dust, but the wind blows long and low.

Summer’s light fills my heart with conflicting joy and sorrow

That never really conflicts

Joy is only increased by the presence of sorrow

My heart is full to overflow – sweet, sweet pain of youth

It got to be a cliche for a reason

Whether it makes me sound like a broken record or not.

A material possession can always break

Sanity is fleeting

Life unending is not a gift or curse given to our understanding now –

For the moment we seem rather caught up in a world of our own

A crazy world of our own making

Everybody’s dying –

Summer’s coming –

Fullness of life is roaring loudly

Raging health and powerful egos

Passions and follies

Sanity draining –

Sanity never truly gone –

Summer’s coming!

Spring is here

Summer’s coming!

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Cold outside, the wind blows harsh

Color the world blanketed white

The wind bucks and thrashes

Wind’s might

Cold outside

Whips of cold and lashes.

Don’t stand outside when it’s cold outside

The moon illumes the wood

Bathing light

Wind’s might

Broken by trees.

Strong conifers

And spruces high

Evergreen trees

Of all shapes and colors –

Listen for the wind’s lonesome sigh.

Inside the cottages

Cozy and bright

Hot chocolate, dreamy

Atmosphere and light

Friendships cozy inside at night;

Mental romances laughing at their own

Cliched foundations

Feelings laughing at themselves

Shelves upon shelves of the same stories

Over and over again;

Calmness, youth, and sweetness

Beautiful sweetness –

Happy inside

Happiness

Can’t be denied.

Blossoming in spring!

After the coldness

This boldness of flowers

Sunflowers, April showers

Mayflowers and May flowers – pilgrims all –

Flowers rising out of the loamy ground –

Melting waters

Melting snow

Melting hearts – where did all that time go

When all was cozy and warm inside?

With the warmth comes outside

Why do I feel sad on the inside?

The transitory nature of Nature

Cycles its new life around again

Amen?

Sweet summer days

Sing with a joyful, careless sort of praise

Is it just because I used to hate the heat

That this bright sunlight makes me think of the defeat

Of humankind by time, marching onwards ever?

Never

Has there been this much warmth and heat on Earth.

Loud roar of passionate life

Burning in the summertime

As school comes to an end and the separate vacations begin...

If things have a beginning, then surely they must have an end

It wouldn’t look right in the mirror of time

For the reflection to reflect only one of the ways

But these days

For me, so much comes to an end in summer – even though I’ve made stating so a personal cliche.

The classes, work-to-be-done, familiar faces

All done weekly, biweekly, weekly, daily, monthly –

Slowly seeming to fade away into the summer, is that right?

Remembered first meetings in the past seem not so long ago now

But things change, and racing light shines over changes...

Annihilation –

Is that the price of birth?

Transitory Nature...

Summer’s gone, leaves are falling

Soon the cycle begins again... and what endures?

Love, memories, happiness – all seem to stay

Or sometimes seem to blow away

Tell me, is all this worth it to you?

Tell me... has anyone had a viable alternative in mind

Since the world began at zero O’clock, laughing brook, in springtime?