Why do so many of us
Lack follow-through I took it to heart When my old boss told me I didn't have any Thought I should Run on down To the Junior Managers' Store And get some It was a while before I understood A lot of folks were fresh out They were sidetracked by the Divine From the emergencies of persons A world deficient in attention Why get angry? Merely reduce speed, Offload 24 Oct 23
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I intend to rest
To allow myself To fall into sleep's arms But when I clear my mental table A banquet of sensation Takes its place I'm the kid in bed Under the covers With a flashlight Writing poems Listening to night noise Downstairs and outside At first I think I want to leap out of bed But I rein in the urge And it metamorphosizes Into a poem A lullaby For true rest. 24 Oct 23 I find it so hard
To stop myself From darting, dashing off To the next thing Abandoning rest and music Trained to always be useful And keep my wounds open For a daily measure of societal salt Today I choose rebellion rest and healing Books music and time to breathe To find my way home To myself. 20 Oct 23 10:30 AM Wednesday til 3:00PM Thursday
4:00PM Thursday til 9:30AM Friday Living life in between doctor visits Trying to stay well In a sick society My friend says he doesn't take meds I wonder if that would work Look at my husband And realize I've traveled Too far down the medicinal path Realize I'm just another Cash cow for medicine My life prolonged For monetary gain When I've served my purpose I can be snuffed out An old woman candle. I pray for enlightenment. 11Oct 23 Now my body lets me know
What it is willing to do No more forced marches Endurance tests Olympic tryouts Instead I move gently Listen for resistance From my aging frame The light within shines Brighter than ever Even as the flesh declines. I'm on my way home 01 Sep 23 Choosing documentaries now
Nature over news That's what's really happening People trying and failing To conserve Salvage Restore Rescue Meanwhile in the cities Others scrape and scramble Clutch the little piece of land They think they own Honey, we don't even own The plot we're buried in -- It owns us. Get over it. |