Category Archives: Gratitude

Domestic pets

Dogs or cats?

Your choice of pet does not
Impart character to you. You 
Aren't smart just because the
Bundle of fur aloofly licking
Her paws looks like something
Out of a mummy's tomb. You
Have to earn the trustworthy
Title your golden retriever got
By being loyal. Siamese cats 
Are decorative; doesn't make
You an objets d'art owning a
Pair. Strays as we called them
Back in the day, you know 'em
As rescue dogs, are often very
Canny. Are you street-wise if
Your dog is? Or a deep-thinker
Because your cat always has 
That look in his eyes. You are
Not your pet, it's safe to say.
Who's a good boy, who, now!

Where does the time go?

Which activities make you lose track of time?

Tempus fugit. I learned that in Latin class.
I am obsessed with time, but
Time is not always as kind to
Me. Nor as thoughtful. It just
Passes me by, willy-nilly and 
Careless as you please. Time.
Where does the time go? Why
Should its passing mean so
Much to me when it cares so
Little? I'm obsessed with time
But it doesn't give a fig for me

An adventure

Are you seeking security or adventure?

I write, and when I write
I split my infinitive always
All ways, just because and
Just because I can. When 
I write, I write as I please.
Do I seek adventure? Yes,
Please. Am I secure that a
Split infinitive will please
You? No, I am not. I can't 
Tell what's in your mind,
Or if you will forgive my
Slip from grammar. Come
Join me on my adventure. 
Hope it pleases you, too.

Measures

What is the measure of a man?
Is it his worst or best behaviors?
Does he have to rise to better or
Can he fall to his lowest point?
Measure him by size, his weight
His girth, his height, the peak of
His hat. See if he must duck at
The doorway or bow at his knee.
Who shall judge him and why?
Taller than an oak, or more
Crooked than a tree trunk makes
No matter. Sharper, wittier or
Foolish or kind. Measure him 
Inch by inch by intention and
By design. Let his measure be
Reflected in your love and care.

For good and all

The best is yet to come to those 
Who wait to see what the future
Will bring and where the road'll
Lead. I expect great things will
Await when you've waited and
You've seen. There's no measure
Of good that won't land on your
Plate. You've waited and stand
To get back what the wind blows
Back. Your heart is full; it's pure.
With all you've got, you'll get more
And more there'll be for you still
When you wait, see what's coming.

The habits of the old and wise

What are your daily habits?

Wiser than you were yesterday,
I'd say. All true, my habits will
Reflect my new-found skill at
Coping. True dat. The years play
On but still wisdom is hard-won.
Habits that were every day are
Harder, are easier. They are the
Same. Daily, I seek love, or fame, 
And acknowledgment. Is that 
Wise? Is there a prize for age?
Wisdom is just a stage in a life 
Full of frolic and strife. Habits
Should stay with you. A tacit 
Rule that defines what a habit
Must be - a practice, a custom,
Routine. Nothing to intervene,
Accustomed, and, then, some.

Simple truths

The work of the weary, the work of the wise 
Even the foolish or the giddy, the silly surprise
Every mood and all the timbres that color
Our world and brighten its doorstep, flowers 
Rocks, the hard and the soft fall into place
Everything so ugly so beautiful so dark interlace
We greet our days with tears, concern, laughter
Everything so puzzling, so clear greets us hereafter
We are wicked we are good both stupid and smart
The world we inhabit is so sweet,  and it is tart

Officially, summer

It's day two or maybe 3 of
Summer. Officially. There
Isn't much change since the
Spring. Temperatures about
What they were in May, that
Merry month sayeth A Bard
And so many of us concur, I
Won't counter the description.
Where does that leave June,
A month full of frolic and the
Start of a solstice of heat and
Passion? June will lead us to
July as we go trippingly deep
Into the cycle of months until
Fall comes to whisk away the
Heat and bring us the falling
Leaves of autumn. Also an
Autumnal sadness but oh my
I love the fall and wait for the
Falling temperatures to clear
The air and bring a sweater
Chill. The autumn is sweet, a
Season for a transition likely
Towards the more serious of
Our thoughts. Meanwhile we
Are here in June anticipating
Swims and picnics and kites.