Thanksgiving and Other Times

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091127

NONE FOR ME, THANKS

Your banquet looks yummy;
so luscious and arty—
but my tummy’s in turmoil
from yesterday’s party.


091126

TODAY’S PRAISE

On this day, I’m thankful for:

Loving kin. A bed. A cup.
Sleeping till the sun comes up.
Ease of breath. Strength of limb.
Words and thoughts—like seraphim,
blunderbuss, marmalade and octopus.

On this day, I’m grateful for:

Time to see, to think, to write
and distill this world’s delight.


SO MANY FACETS!

Lauren and Lindsey:
sobriety, whimsey.

Lindsey and Lauren:
familiar, fresh, foreign.


[ASIDE: My friend's granddaughters;
wonderful girls.]


091125

BITTER, SALTY,
SOUR, SWEET

More pronounced
with passing years:
these four flavors
of our tears.


091124

WILD OATS, THEN OATMEAL

Dear underdressed and oversexed—
You're so cute!
Enjoy it while you got it.

Whether you were given it, earned it,
learned it, bought or thought it—
enjoy it while you got it.

Then, overdressed and undersexed,
enjoy what you get next.


091123

INVERSIONS

Sunny. Cloudy.
Sunny. Cloudy.
I'm managing okay,
but how is the weather?


091122

SOUL GOAL

To feel it, be it, flow it—
to love and be loved
and know it.


091121

GET OFF THE BUS

It isn’t business anymore;
everything’s a rush
of hurried-this, shortened-that,
acronyms, and such.

It isn’t business anymore.
Gee whiz, it’s biz –
it isn’t even bus!


091120

THANKS

It's hard-times times—
playing hide-and-seek
in the dark with fate—
but
I'm grateful to be grateful
for all that doesn't grate.


091119

WEEK DAZE

MON. No fun.
TUE. No clue.
WED. Half-dead.
THUR. Wake. Stir.
FRI. Fly high.
SAT. Fall flat.
SUN. So done.


091118

WHAT OUR COWORKERS SAID

“You’re the first people
that it happened to
that we’re really sad
it happened to.”


YESTERDAZE

Stories about feelings;
that is the past—
stories about feelings
about things that don't last.


COM-YOU-NICATION

"Dibs after you!"

It's smart,
even in a two-person household
to stake your claim.


MY BEST WORK

Besides background and references,
the company's director of communications
job application required six examples
of personally-written documents
as evidence of expertise.

For the sixth sample,
the kamikaze in me submitted a poem.


091117

WHAT, AGAIN?

Life keeps revealing to me
how absent-minded I am
through the many things
I forget to do
again and again and again.


091116

DISCERNMENT

Then, times were good;
prosperity came. We rode its crest.
Oh, how we were blessed!

Now, times are bad,
but gratitude is unrepressed.
Oh, how we are blessed!


091115

BIKINI GIRL

You think we’re the kind
who disapproves—
but we have news!

Hon, we too
had our time in the sun.

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[ASIDE: Cleaned out old papers the other day
and found some poem snippets which became the basis
for some of the poems in this batch.]

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