(x = space)
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A Day with Rings
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How is your day today
I want to know
Did you clean something
Or negotiate
With dust bunnies to
Back away with company
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It’s the weekend
You might not have the weekend
Expectations change
Deadlines
And work quantities
This could be a day of play
The virtue of busyness
Our construct for a while
Notwithstanding
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Whatever is involved
Have a good
Deserved day
Please
And thank you
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Photo by Giorgi Iremadze on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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The Magician’s Children
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Lately,
I’ve been seeing my face
In other faces
I look for a few moments
Sometimes stare
Then realize
I’m looking for
More signs of me
In you
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Photo by Guillaume Bleyer on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Cell Block
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I don’t know that I’ve written
Anything
I like
Not that I have to like it
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You have to like it,
That is, with textual
Appreciation
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Or at least give me a break
To read
And then to have
Whatever frank reaction
If good to tell me,
If bad to keep it to yourself
Kidding!
(mostly)
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I’ve been sitting by myself
Too long
Writing whatever
Looking up pretty pictures, too
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I need to nap
Or go out to buy more coffee filters
One task then the other,
Recommending order
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Later
Rested, filtered
Enjoy a tea time
(coffee time)
Then write some more
Or not
It’s not as if
There’s a contract
Yet
Except with myself, my own
Eccentric terms
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I’m sure you understand
Defining, realizing
Your own discipline
As well
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my sister’s coffee
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(x = space)
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When Worlds No Longer Can Collide
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This is not
What I want
I want the innocence
Without the naivete
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I want
To like the colors
All of them
The rainbow
And the color wheel
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I want
To enjoy
The softness of felt
From the playful
Learning boards
Of childhood
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I want
To be both
Simple and profound
To have some shapes
Some textures
That have meaning
Day to day
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That all of this
Is my philosophy
And if I wear a tie
Or shiny shoes,
No one should care
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But me
And you
With whom I share
The pleasure in the day
In the life
And we have met
Should we meet
Choosing to sip coffee
At a café by the lake
In Switzerland
I have made up
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(made up the café
and your company
not Switzerland that
has been around
for a while
and I’ve never been there)
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I’d like anyone
To get this
For pursuits,
Philosophy
Share in it
In these
Make your own
To have
To offer
Where you imagine
We might meet next
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When Worlds Collide is a novel by Edwin Balmer and Philip Wylie. There is a sequel titled After Worlds Collide. They are science fiction, and I recommend them.
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Photo by Danny Lines on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Qwerty
(minus w, minus t)
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What do you want of me,
God?
Maybe the next hour
Or tomorrow
Or the moment
That is the only thing
I know for sure
There is
And now the next one
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What is your will
And should I ask?
Maybe I don’t need to
Maybe knowing is for
Greater ones
Than I
The ones for histories
Who rated visions
The certainly
Of steps to take
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I muddle
And you, reading,
Muddle like me
If you’re like me
Maybe it’s easy
There is an easy need
For something
And we move
We save considerations
For contemplation
Conversations
That may never happen
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If a bomb
Should crash this wall
If should be in bed
Because of illness
Then all there is to think about
If thought is clear
Is to survive the time
Allowed
Against sadnesses
Even the world’s evil
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Hunger
Should affect me thus
Or thirst for something safe
Or doubt for faith
Should that be the exchange
For everything vile
That may come upon me
Come upon us
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Since, actually,
I might be moved with
Greater intensity
Should it happen to you
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I shall believe
And ask
Even as confidence fades
That I shall ever know
That you shall ever tell me
What would please you
What would serve you
Not in an epic
But small verses
That could
Make
At least delineate
A life
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while I’m typing
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Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Stone Soup
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I don’t know what to say today
I want you to have a good day
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And for a while
To know good days
And what to do when days are bad
Beyond the dreaming we all do
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So that it’s
What we know to do with what we have
Sometimes that’s hard
And hard to believe we have
I’m poor
I know
Too close to the legacy
Of art and artists
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But I know good people
Am learning to ask
And not gauge heaven by response
Or lack thereof
But to keep trying
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Also allowing expectation
We live
We are entitled to live
I don’t know about evil people
I know so few
You are entitled, too, I suppose
I am not God
And cannot judge as God
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But the many, many, many
Of us who are not evil, not pure good
A mix, you know–
Choose a complementary color
We are colors
We color the world
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And are deserving
You deserve
A good day and another
A whole bunch like bananas
Or corn kernels on the cob
Or other things so many colors
(as I’ve said)
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Anyway,
A wish is not a horse
Or an electric car
And, drat, we have to try
The curse of Adam, some would say
Eve is cursed as well
But curses are not endings
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“We have to make our own way,”
I just heard,
Which is true
And there’s so much more
There’s you
There’s me
And any me or you who happens
To be close to you or me
In distance
Actual
Or relative
(and there’s cyber-),
Which is to say
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A nearness
(actual or relative)
To help make life
One bowl of stone soup
At a time
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Stone Soup is a European folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys, and exists as a moral regarding the value of sharing. In varying traditions, the stone has been replaced with other common inedible objects, and therefore the fable is also known as axe soup, button soup, nail soup, and wood soup.
Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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Statue of a monk and stone soup (sopa da pedra) in Almeirim, Portugal
By Adriao – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7645719
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Holidazing
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It’s a tarnish day outside
But I hope you have
A good day
You deserve it
For weathering in every way
The season
(in Australia, it goes to
the other way)
You are being careful, I am sure
With tasks and news
What needs doing
What can wait
And silence in between
When you might
Enjoy the stillness
Like untouched snow
On a hill
Before the sledding noise
Takes over,
Which like Currier and Ives
Will bear
Its own bliss
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(I hope the message on the sign is civil)
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(x = space)
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Youse
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I should go to sleep
Again
I haven’t tried all night
Enjoying peace, I think
The chance to think my thoughts
Without
Explosions
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I have my coffee
And a couple of French rolls
Outside the window,
The view
Is clear
Well-defined—early morning,
Lack of humidity,
I don’t know
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In this moment
And maybe only this one,
It is a gift
I have been given
The start of day
And brief clarity
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A bite, it’s good
A sip
A thought
Trying to enjoy an easy feeling
Like slow jazz
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I hope you have a good day
I haven’t
Said that for a while
Not that
I don’t think it
Every time I do this
You deserve it
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I don’t know what
Adventures might
Be launched
Or the first steps taken
Unbeknown
Unaware
Not that it’s all romance
It’s not much romance
Really
But I think to throw a coin,
Not knowing where
The nearest designated
Well might be
Inviting you to wish
In the fine day
I hope you have
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Yes, it takes the start of day
Whenever that
Might happen, since it’s
Changeable
Some clarity in
At least two kinds
Of sky
Brief lack of worry over
Food and drink
Now something good
Can begin
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note
Youse is probably distinctive of my country. It’s common in the Northeast. If I were in Pittsburgh and the region there, I might say y’ins. Apologies.
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youngsters huddling together
(x = space)
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Deal-Making with the Lord
(sigh, didn’t work for Moses)
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Lord,
The stomach feels
So tight
I’d like relief
Though
Really
At the source
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All my troubles
I can’t escape
Them
Though I could
Escape a few
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And is
Escape the answer?
Probably not
(worse the
luck)
I imagine there is
Something
By the way of
Resolution
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But some things,
I think,
Can simply
Be made better
Call it grace or
Miracle
Or one side
Of a pledge
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Please, Lord,
Ease
The pain
Give me days
Without
The consequences
I’ll work
On the rest,
I promise
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