Enriched: Deepening

Isn’t it funny
How everything
Is going ordinary again?
From infinity to beef stew!

And then back again,
And then,
‘What is this?’
‘What is this?’

I find sometimes
That all I want to do
Is sit
And ask this question,

Over and over
I inquire
And then
Await the results

And then
I forget
All about it
And move on to something else

But always
I come back again,
To asking
This question,

I’ve heard it said that
The asking
Is the point,
Whatever that means.

I’ve also heard it said that
Asking such a question is
A complete waste of time
But in any case,
It happens quite often.

Enough: When?

Darn it!
Now
I’m craving
Beef stew!

It all started
When I decided
To make it once
And then again,

And now,
It’s become a habit
And the ingredients
Have become too pricey again!

Ew! I hate that
When I get on a roll,
In a groove
Like this

And have to
Switch gears
Because of shortages
Of what I hold dear,

And yet
My favourite dish
Varies so much
It’s such a silly clinging,

But then,
What else do I expect?
It is silly
And that’s that.

That’s how it is
And that’s all
But it keeps happening
No matter what I do!

Enormously: Word Flurry

Writing
Was this easy,
Before I thought I knew
What I was doing

And now
It’s easy again,
When I’ve forgotten
Whether or not I know what I’m doing,

Still I pause for thought,
Along the way,
Reflecting upon
Whether or not I’m making sense

But if not,
Whether or not
I ought to be concerned about
Whether or not I’m making sense.

Creativity
Is such a funny thing,
How can I know it when I see it?
How can I tell?

And, what’s sense anyway?
I’m not sure
I remember that either;
I’ve dropped that thread all together,

And next I’m thinking
Of tea,
Vacuuming
And making supper,

Going to work
And coming home again,
Braving the inclement weather,
And of how easily
These words slip out together.