Monthly Archives: September 2013

BRIEF GRIEF

Nearly every day there is an opportunity for brief grief.   The television brings you news of those who’ve died in tragic ways.   The morning newspapers carry similar stories .   A variety of tragedies parade across your mind … Continue reading

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I NEED YOU

I’m tempted to refuse to form these words. To think they matter sometimes seem absurd — that I might still have some capacity to  make a difference in one’s “take” — that folks relate   to the letters that I … Continue reading

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HAIKU

Most days I like to look up at the clouds my back upon the earth and my eyes upon the sky. Peace comes to me horizontally.   I pass the house, empty now of  friends and feel within an emptiness  … Continue reading

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CHEWING ANSWERED PRAYER

When I returned from walking I  stretched out in my recliner and I prayed out loud: “Lord, I’d love a piece of that peach pie resting now upon our kitchen counter”. And sure enough within minutes I was chewing answered … Continue reading

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HOW I USED TO DO IT

I look at my right hand — forefinger, middle — and my thumb.   For years they grasped a pen and poetry happened through them.   Then three years ago I was seduced by keyboard’s ease.   There was something … Continue reading

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A DAY’S COMMENCEMENT

After the sun has risen and my morning tries  at exercise have turned to history I unfold the papered daily news and turn to Local.   There, the crime reports abound: Rapes and porn shootings and scams are diet for … Continue reading

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THE PUPPET

am a puppet. At least I am sometimes.   It’s partly my old body. My motions feel as if they are not mine. I move from here to there as if  my body were on strings.   And then, my … Continue reading

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LOSING

The world is beset with problems he can’t solve. He  sits in the midst of comfort  and sees distress. As he has  grown old he has lost  so much resolve to want to be of help. He must now confess. … Continue reading

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MIGHT HAVE

When George Washington was in his teens he yearned to be a sailor — seriously considered the Navy. His mother was opposed so the possibility was deposed.   Had he done what he wished to and  not deferred to mother … Continue reading

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HOPE

Some days the sun has a hard time making the eastern sky attractive.   Either the clouds have vanished or they are too dense to be used for beauty.   So the day unfolds and the dawn folks are disappointed. … Continue reading

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