New Day

golden fingerlings

massage frosted fields

reddening rivulets leak

toward distant peaks

earlybird’s laughter

floats on morning breeze

grumpy elder grins 

at celestial gift

Stafford Challenge day one.

Alive In ‘25

 

today i awoke in a new year

feeling happy to be alive

thankful for my home,

family, friends and Matisse The Cat.

grateful for clean water to drink,

good food to eat,

solar panels for energy,

comfortable clothes,

a garden  and seeds

full of potential.

today i awoke in a new year

feeling prophetic.

like nostradamus

i am making predictions

or perhaps, a better phrase, creating expectations

for the year twenty twenty-five.

some may come true, some may not.

i feel pretty confident:

twenty twenty-five will be

a year of war and peace, a year of sorrow and joy.

fortunes will be won and lost. 

people will fall in love and some will fall out.

there will be days of storm and days of calm.

there will be sickness and healing.

there will be births and deaths.

errors will be made and some, corrected.

there will be new discoveries.

there will be misunderstandings.

some misconceptions will be corrected 

and some created.

there will be arts and music,

awards and consequences.

there will be celebrations of birth

and celebrations of life.

today i awoke in a new year

feeling happy and prophetic.

i predict twenty twenty-five will be

a year like no other and a year like every other.

happy new year

Linguistic Anarchy

 Linguistic Anarchy

when you’re down and troubled

mischievous words elevate 

your spirit

perform random acts of 

poetic graffiti

© 2024

The Last Shall Be First

amundsen 

was the last man

to be the first

to reach the south pole

the moment

i begin to share

a beautiful dream,

it is over.

armstrong

was the last man

to be the first

to walk on the moon

is it an impossibility 

to share a dream

without ending it?

Wrong Direction

as he peers looking with all his might

something unfamiliar appears.

something beautiful, something exciting,

something new

amazed at the wonder of unexpected change,

he realizes the power

of occasionally gazing with all his might

in another direction.

Temporal Three a.m. Thoughts

 

at the 180th meridian 

the international date line, 

an imaginary line

divides yesterday from tomorrow.

walking east,

i lean into the future,

heading west,

i recede into history.

only when

i straddle the line

am i grounded

in the imaginary present

btw 

Fiji is the only place in the world

where one can walk

across the international date line

without snowshoes 

Just Live It!

meager life:

sitting in boardrooms,

occupying living rooms,

sleeping in classrooms,

next best thing to premature burial 

prosperous life:

trudging up mountains,

slogging through swamps,

rowing river rapids,

digging, planting, napping in the shade.