Poetry

The Battle for Space and Time

Green vs Brown vs White
Green has had her time and is a mere beautiful memory – and she knows it as she fades into the background
Brown has not yet given up, and rises above White
White rests in quiet confidence She knows that time and space for the near future is on her side 

Observations of a dOG wALKER  November 21 2016 – 173

 

 ABOUT TO FALL IN THE FALL – a poem

Who shall live and who shall die?

…all of us! said the leaves with a sigh

Fall is a gentle remind
Not to leave any dreams behind

Not to go to bed
With things left unsaid

And to live the day
In the fullest way!

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FROM ZERO to WHOLESOMENESS ON THE WAVES OF TIME –
a poem

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From nothing to wholesomeness
And then to nothing again
From zero to all the numbers
From the empty womb to new life
From the round seed to the wholesome tree
And then to recede
And then to seed again
And we cycle and cycle .. and cycle
With repeated spiraling of bonded zeroes till eternity
While time moves on its unstoppable wheels
And we are given a present to be present in the present
To understand the holy void and holy wholesomeness

 

HAPPY 66 TO ME

Say “66” I said to her, as I put my ear to her warm chest.
“Please whisper this magic number,” I asked her with the most gentle voice I could muster.
“What did you say?” she muttered in her ancient voice.
“Whisper the words “66”” I repeated.

Not what you all thought.
For these are the magic numbers of whispering pectoriloquy,
identifying water in the chest with stethoscope on ear.

For me at this birthday I would rather be on Highway 66 than on the receiving end of the call for Whispering Pectoriloquy,
And of course not on the dead end of Highway 66,
but on the open highway.
To continue on this miracle journey we call life.

Thank you all for your welcome birthday wishes – I need all that I can get!

March 19

LIFE SPRINGS ETERNAL

Life Springs Eternal. Just when I thought Spring was dead
                                                                                                                                                                                                   The earth was all brown
And then all white
And the white was relentless
                                                                                                                                                                                                  The air was 47 and then 22
And the 22 was relentless
With many days less than that
                                                                                                                                                                                                  We were teased with a rare 35
Then back to the 20’s
and I thought Spring was dead
                                                                                                                                                                                                And then the beautiful sweet Crocus
Reared its welcome purple head through the death of brown
And I sighed with relief
Life springs eternal
And just when I thought Spring was dead
                                                                                                                                                                                                         Courtesy dOG wALK aRT
Also Dedicated to the Free Museums ArouNd and In US
March 29 2019
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OVER 32 AND UNDER 65

Over 32 and under 65 –
That is the water and me,
and so shivers the tree.. and me,
as we accompany the dog for a pee

January 18 2017  – 199