The sun, high and strong,
Does not mock your mood,
It does not taunt your truth,
The sun, strong and high,
Is impervious to what you
Feel. It did not notice you
Brooding or worrying, the
Sun is doing what it must,
Brings a fine day, whenever
It can. It's not about you.
The sun's indifferent! Don't
Take that personally. The
Sun, strong and high. It's
Not about you.
Category Archives: Style
Indifference
These are speeches I
Did not mean to make
My tone dulled by apathy
Or desire, monotony in
Every note, despair is
Too strong a word when
It is merely disinterest
That drags my syllables
Down, and quiets the
Rhythms of my voice,
Killing the tempo that
Would sound like joy
If it were allowed its
Normal sonorous depth
Its mellifluous heights
A sighting not seen before
We often notice little things but
Only at unexpected moments or
When all the big things no longer
Make all the noise. It's in a quiet
Second that the sky hands me a
Present and a view that should
Be familiar pops up before me
For that very first time, like never
Before and I think "oh that will
Vanish when they build on this
Corner." And they will build there!
Summer
She walks her summer walk
More a languid strut full of
Hips and promise. Languid
And languorous, relaxed yet
Sultry. She moves slowly in
The heat, in measured steps.
Her allure is as evident, as
It is subdued. She is in no
Hurry to captivate or arouse
There are other ways
There are many ways to
Express manliness, your
Manhood is yours to show
As you wish. His is by a
Swagger, intentional not
Impetuous. Good looks
And height help highlight
Who he is. It's all there, as
Easy as sunlight. He's a
Cowboy on a city street.
Cloudy inspirations
We want so much from a sky
Like this one, one that holds
And hides promise. Clouds are
Not cotton candy. After all, but
Far more ephemeral and longer
Lasting, spun from dreams and
Not from sugar, though dreams
And hopes can also be sweet, all
Aspirations inspire us to reach
High and soar. Not unlike clouds
In a sky like this one, the one that
Hides and holds the promises of
Our dreams, not cotton candy but
Full of sugared desires and wants
Poetry
The lyrical soul is
Skipping its beats
Tonight. At a loss
As images wane in
Pedestrian forms,
It hopes; it aspires
But dreams elude
All inspiration. It is
Quieted by its lack
Of transcendence.
Gather ye rosebuds
While ye may, may you live fully
Pay attention to details, to all big
And little things that make you
Happy and let you capture the
Flowers and smell roses or if ye
Like lilacs, in all their glorious
Pale purple, as fragrant as if they
Were a lusher deeper shade. Just
One more detail to hold in your
Heart. Gather ye rosebuds awhile.
It’s personal
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
Shoes can be a luxury item
Just ask SJP in her role as
Carrie. Name brands tend to
The expensive. Sometimes
Overpriced. In my opinion, at
Least. At best. I do like me a
Fancy shoe, bold but without
Nikki's 5-inch heel. I am all
About flats. Showy, yes, but
Close enough to the ground
To keep me grounded. Short
Though I am, I seek no height.
Tamara, really 