Norman Doors confuse and are begging to be pulled… pushed?
Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.
I now own my road
And revel in its
And that will make all the difference.
Nail me. I’ll nail it.
It’s good to get rid of the darkness.
Today I live and stand in my own story.
I do miss the antediluvian remarkbut you still nailed it. the PBS pedagogues, too.I like the switch around original way … More
Laughter – just baggage
trust the poem just to say what it wants.
good for your brain like music.
A plan was hatched. A true “chicken or the egg?” scenario, if you think about it.
Mary Oliver is my girl. always my muse.
about the practice of doing.
demands, to get
all in vain.
I fear you’ll think
that I’m not sane
my brain in pain
I admit the possibility of a system issue on my end.
“we only want you”
this poem becomes a witch’s brew
stick in the mud!
I accept your derision.
“There’s no chairlift in sledding!”
I shout to the lighthearted in skis.
Reality is a harsh mistress.
She seems straight-up at first
but then she throws a curve
and a sharp angle. Downward.