Crawling close to the ground as
Rocks rolling close to the edge
Is this a perilous path we chose
Or fell upon, willy-nilly, by chance
Or choice? Are we in a position
To make a decision, to correct
Course? Is this a perilous path
We asked for, that we wanted
For ourselves, consciously and
In our right mind? I, blah blah,
Being of sound heart, have set
My journey on this course. We
Are human beings, and being
Human, we walk the earth on
Two feet. We are always on a
Back foot. Humans evolved to
Walking upright, being human
We only crawl when abjected,
Humiliated, as if we were cast
Off, drawn close to the ground
Is this a perilous path we chose
Tag Archives: #aspiration
Legacy
What purpose gives you
The fulfillment of a heart
Yearning to do well, and
Leave a legacy worthy of
A purposeful heart? Does
It arise from the passage
Of time past, passing year
And year upon decade, as
If being duely relentless is
Its whole purpose, as if it
Can fill the heart with a
Direction, with purpose
Like Aeschylus
Shakespeare was clever, his
Language precise, but cheeky.
He was not a muse, he was a
Legend, an icon, one to envy,
One to emulate. To dream of
Emulating, a beacon and the
Star in a firmament of English
Poets, Marlowe, Jonson, Dunne
I am done and undone but I,
Like you, try, and want or wish
Or hope, to bend my English to
My thoughts, to trail in the vein
Of the Masters who have so
O'ermastered their English that
My trials are vain, and in vain,
Vainglorious, the Poet might
Say, but not to mock me as I
Try to follow a path that I am
Doomed to find harder than
The Bard's whose prose was
Poetry and poetry unerringly
Human and complete. I aspire
Where inspiration will not go
Cliché
I need a cliché to anchor
My poetry to a real world
To bounce off of what is
Real and what is not, or
Just to add verisimilitude
To what I say, or maybe to
Add significance to mere
Words, we know that they,
The mere words are not as
Substantial as we expect
Them to be, as we need
Them to be. Mere words
Wordle me this
Tribe. Tripe. Trite.
Trial. Trail. Train.
Trans. Trick. Truck.
Tough. Troll. Cried.
Crime. Grime. Grits.
Grout. Group. Grope.
Grift. Staff. Stuff. Stiff.
Stick. Stack. Stuck.
Still. Spill. Spoil. Spend.
Simply put
The stranger and less familiar
The greater the pull. Unusual
Words want me to use them,
To sprinkle them over the top
Like so much sweet garnish
Over common expressions,
Expanding meanings from the
Ordinary, trivial. Meandering
Far from what you think you're
Saying to a novel thought on
A different trajectory. You've
Built a tree of ideas, branches
Alive with the unexpected, the
Consequences of imaginative
Thinking opens adjacent ideas.
Strange and unfamiliar words.
Transform an idiom, so it's ass
Over teakettle with excitement.
Simply put, give it a new verve.
What do we know
Really knowing who we are
What we know when we say
We know something, do we
Mean we understand it fully
Or that we get it, that we feel
It in spirit or in the real and
Actual? are we deluded into
Believing we know what we
Truly don't because, some
Things are beyond, I guess,
Understanding. That means
We don't know, you know?
Eye-to-Eye
It's what I saw and
Perhaps you did too
We may have that in
Common, a shared
Vision, and a mutual
Sighting. Something
Caught our eye and
Indelibly our focus
Was elevated. It all
Came clear so now
We own that clarity
Together. Brighter
And sharper than if
I alone gazed, saw
And remembered
At home on the moon
There's a man on the moon, mommie
He's found his home on that very far side
Like the cartoon panels - they're funny
Aren't they - but mommie, he's real and lives
On the moon full time and year round
I call him Lunar Man but I don't know
What he eats. The moon is not green
Cheese, you know, and it can get cold
Up there for Lunar Man and maybe lonely?
Seeking joy
I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow.
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.
Tamara, really 