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A Curative Rhyme

Why should I write a poem

if one doesn’t come to mind

What would be the point

even though I have the time

Is it like exercise

Building up the brain

Suddenly I realize

I’m feeling zero pain!

I like when that happens

Not Predicted

The sunshine burst through

Disregarding the forecast

by somebody who

is seldom accountable

for such calculations

that seldom come true

I celebrate this error

Reminds me of how

life can fool you

and turn out fine after all

against all expectations

and all calculations

predicting a fall

On occasion grace may stop by

on a day like today

pat you on the back and urge you to say

Thank you

Somehow

Emotions seem to be

It seems to me

On the surface

of my mind

Ready to pounce

Just a matter of time

Not sure how to treat them

less seriously

more often

Thought I’d have worked that out by now

Someway

Somehow

One Day

Sunshine on Sunday

Soon to be Monday

Look forward to some day

Focus on one day

The one I am in

Obsessively Seeking Certainty

Obsessively seeking certainty

When a problem barges in

It’s what I do

again and again

Especially regarding a medical threat

I research to see

How bad it could get

And the fact is

certainty does not exist

Even if I stomp my feet

Or shake my fist

No matter how much reassurance I find

There is no way to convince my mind

How about trying to stop the fear

Let go of the future until it’s here

Instead of singing WHAT CAN HAPPEN blues

See what condition actually ensues

Over-thinking only makes it worse

The brain is funny that way

so I’m told

Can always freak out later

Try letting it unfold

without the guarantee I seek

At least I can give it

a try for a week

Like it or not

It’s worth a shot

Morning

It’s a bright and shiny

crispy-cold morning

in Kalamazoo

This moment is mine

I believe it’s yours, too

Joy arrives in the moments

that see us all through

The future is iffy

That’s always been true

So enjoy every sandwich

and the sky’s shades of blue

Given so much

it’s the least we can do

This


I was thinking of the beach after painting this

Playing with colors hit and miss

So I pretend I did it on purpose even

though that’s a reach

Because it accidentally reminds me

of the beach

A lot of life can be like that

Accidental but in a positive way

I have nothing more to say

for today

It Used to be…

Used to be you’d look quite cool in sunglasses

Now you look like you might have cataracts

It’s just not the same

Used to be you’d hurry up

But now you take your time

Jumping up and down won’t work

You can’t turn on a dime

Many things are better now

In your heart and in your mind

But the ease of youth

so quickly passed

is sadly left behind

It’s something that you miss

But right now…

it’s like this

Russian Proverb

You can think as much as you want but you will invent nothing better than bread and salt.”

From 2014

Morning breaks

And we awaken

Until the sun sets

The night is forsaken

We breathe in the new

And think about bacon

But we try to be vegan

So that option’s not taken

I wish bacon was a plant