Saturday, September 30, 2017
Fiestas, Carnivals, Celebrations/ Sunday's Whirligig -- Can We Meet in The Middle?/ The Sunday Whirl --Poets United Poetry Pantry
Fiestas, Carnivals, Celebrations
the sound of drums wafting across the sage comforting to know
traditions continue often with rattles and dancing
ancient old original meaning unknown to me
perhaps a prayer gratitude for being and for all other beings
that share a space in the garden easy to imagine an ancient world
where sacred secrets were allowed honored and never shared
the drummers hold sticks handed down for generations
the parrot repeats what he hears like the silver-tongued devil
seen at the carnival thunder in the mountains the old man clears his throat
punch and judy play their parts we have seen it before/still each time unique
September 30, 2017 Sunday's Whirligig
Can We Meet in The Middle?
the words are served mixed up a mulligan stew we take sides
argue until the sun sets in the west gasping to catch our breath we tilt at windmills
where to begin how to see the other side another point of view
we feed our own positions our inability to disagree gracefully is a crime
perhaps it is an art form in which we are not trained we argue
we deliver our own point of view we sing our opinions at the top of our voices
we injure those on the other side murder is not too great a crime we will not listen
we feed on our own positions perhaps we could meet in the middle find meeting ground
October 1, 2017 The Sunday Whirl
Note: I had just read Maria's Sunday Paper, scroll down, News and Views Above the Noise. 1. A View for your dining table conversation. It is about how we have lost the art of disagreement.
Friday, September 29, 2017
sleep a precious commodity there have been times when sleep eludes me
i lie awake for hours reliving days passed what he said/she said
would’a, could’a, should’a thoughts chase dreams away vivid pictures reOccur
plain as day i know i need the rest and no matter how determined
sleep is alWays a step away it seems thIs happens when life is out of balance/ or i am
worry seems to play a pArt and who needs it life will be whAt it is
and no amount of worry will change things i find mySelf going over yesterday’s grocery list
or all thAt is to be dOne the following day whAt is needed is a small box to keep it all
perhaps a list would help mayBe in the quiet hOurs forgiveness is the answer
forgiveness of mySelf and others a cup of warm milk turn off the light
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