So much more
Letting go to do,
As cleaning out my closets
Was today’s self-appointed chore,
The weather being
So sticky and icky
That it irritates
All my ailments,
Prompting me
To take refuge indoors,
As I have no car or access to,
To shield me from the ill tempered elements.
And so,
I face the difficulty
Of sorting through,
When in no mood or shape to do so.
But, after all,
One must do something eventually,
Or so I feel
And there is so much of it around here!
And so,
The endeavour began
With tee shirts,
Stained and/or holed or too small,
Which ones
Are to be discarded or donated?
Which to be bleached
And which, if any, should be repaired?
Regardless of the sentimental value
Or even if I just really like them,
Nevertheless, out, out, they must go!
Reluctantly but determinedly
I soldier on, through this fearsome process.
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Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Editing: Impermanence
Not sure
What transpired yesterday
But twas short-lived
As all dissolved today.
What spark of enthusiasm
Prompted that happy turn
I could not say
And know not if or when it will recur.
Impermanence,
I guess so!
Or something else
To let go of,
Or even another landmark
Passed by the mysterious ship
Whose name I do not know
But whose company I keep.
And now another change,
As making oatmeal with raisons
It suddenly occurs to me
To add a tablespoon of almonds;
And so, we see
That new turns happen
All the time
But some only noted more than others;
The wrinkles around the eyes
Grow deeper as well
But are barely noted
Until they enlarge sufficiently;
And even then, only by comparison to
Such memories as
The reflection of a smooth-faced fawn,
Which gazed out from a mirror bright,
Mounted upon a hallway closet door so long ago.
What transpired yesterday
But twas short-lived
As all dissolved today.
What spark of enthusiasm
Prompted that happy turn
I could not say
And know not if or when it will recur.
Impermanence,
I guess so!
Or something else
To let go of,
Or even another landmark
Passed by the mysterious ship
Whose name I do not know
But whose company I keep.
And now another change,
As making oatmeal with raisons
It suddenly occurs to me
To add a tablespoon of almonds;
And so, we see
That new turns happen
All the time
But some only noted more than others;
The wrinkles around the eyes
Grow deeper as well
But are barely noted
Until they enlarge sufficiently;
And even then, only by comparison to
Such memories as
The reflection of a smooth-faced fawn,
Which gazed out from a mirror bright,
Mounted upon a hallway closet door so long ago.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Edit: Turn Over
Today feels like
A new start,
As if it’s time
To get ready for something new;
And in order
To do that,
I’ve begun to
Review my plans.
Time to seek
Useful information
About what I need
To go forward from here,
And so, began to consult
My collection of books
And look for
Ways to stimulate the old brain box;
Adventures in brain games
And mathematical self-help tricks,
Along with meditation manuals
And how to handle difficult people;
All of these,
And lest I forget,
Pain management
And mindfulness.
Spring cleaning
Was nothing compared to this!
Only fixing plumbing
And cleaning up messes.
Is this the way to happiness?
I don’t know,
Will have to try
And see what pops up next.
A new start,
As if it’s time
To get ready for something new;
And in order
To do that,
I’ve begun to
Review my plans.
Time to seek
Useful information
About what I need
To go forward from here,
And so, began to consult
My collection of books
And look for
Ways to stimulate the old brain box;
Adventures in brain games
And mathematical self-help tricks,
Along with meditation manuals
And how to handle difficult people;
All of these,
And lest I forget,
Pain management
And mindfulness.
Spring cleaning
Was nothing compared to this!
Only fixing plumbing
And cleaning up messes.
Is this the way to happiness?
I don’t know,
Will have to try
And see what pops up next.
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