Optimism
Optimism is hope with probability
It is the fickle winds of fate
Shaped by the preparatory efforts
Of our mind and our soul energy
For the winds blow beyond our knowing
To faraway lands and return
For there is nowhere to go but around
And for this we can always count
On a chance, a choice, and return
In worship of hope shaped by optimism
Boredom
If your mind has nothing to do
and no matter if otherwise calm
Then it routs around looking for you
for it is yourself that it seeks as a balm
While time seems so very heavy
the clock moving ever slower
Water imperceptibly rising against a levee
seeking to find its way to a lower
Level of thought, in another place and time
that doesn’t fit with these moments
And yourself you simply cannot find
as relativity warps and foments
A gravity that makes a curve in time and space
when it was then, just before it is
Now in this very same time and place
Cardboard Box Revolution
We live in a city, because of the industrial revolution
And the suburbs because of automotive highway revolution
Then online shopping came to us via an information revolution
And a pandemic moved Christmas from malls to online
Resulting in a cardboard revolution
I’ve seen a leather wrist watch strap shipped in a shoe size box
We get exercise benefits getting all the cardboard into recycling
Will this cardboard be used to ship something to us in two or three months?
Is this an endless cycle?
Have I handled these fibers more than once?
If not,
What do we do with all the extra cardboard for last mile shipping?
Who is making money in this cardboard revolution?
Oh, and I need a bigger recycling bin!
Penny Candy
It was 1965
I had a two coins in my hand
Running to the corner store
For cigarettes and a few pennies for candy
Grandma wanted her cigarettes
But I took careful time to view the candy
Trying to pick what I wanted, such an array
So many wonderful choices
With my brother, who wanted a say as well
Candy cigarettes were cool
But bubble gum had a cartoon wrapper
While taffy lasted a long time,
And so a decision was made
The candy cigarettes had 10 in a pack
And could be rolled up in my sleeve
As we each had one on our walk
Back to Grandma’s house
With two packs of cigarettes
One of twenty and one of ten
The beautiful thing about tomorrow,
it means we have today!
Interesting… December starts on Tuesday this week… bringing highs in the 50’s … Can November, longer stay?
November Days
The sun warms our November days
And so we delight in soaking its rays
Until the evening arrives
When the sun quietly hides
And the air turns brightly cool
As it’s time for the moon to rule
Oh November behaving so well
May we a little longer dwell
And put off, Decembers biting cold
If you allow our request, so bold
Sips
Sip, sip, sip goes the sips
As I play these rhymes
The drink delights my lips
In these silly play’in times
Of teeter, totter and tips
I was reading poetry today, ran across a poem called Modern Love Song. I couldn’t get past the title, for these words put together seem nearly incoherent, especially for a poem published in 1919, One hundred and one years ago. My thoughts follow…
Modern Love
Love is active discovery process
Learning about others, and never knowing enough
Being understood in a way not thought possible
In a never-ending desired process
That is complex, and yet simple,
Joy in others joy
Is timeless and forever the same, and
As soon as the word modern is written
It already isn’t.
Happy Thanksgiving … This has been a difficult year for so many people… Please be thankful for each other, and take care of each other!
Curious
Knowing is the enemy of learning
For if you believe there’s nothing to learn
Then you are dying from ignorance
Born out of all you are sure you know
After the Storm
The trees shook everything
Loose that was dying anyway,
The dandruff is on the shoulder,
The odd fence has lost it’s pretense
Of providing artificial borders,
Water is receding
It’s so calm out
After so much howling wind
And sideways blowing rain
It is strange,
To see nature tired and fallen asleep,
But she still moves in her sleep,
Turning over once in a while,
Never completely at rest
Never completely at peace
Just dreaming of next time
And what she may do