Poetry2ponder's Blog

Word play.
Play with me.
An easy reverie.

Word play.
Three acts with no plot.
Search for what is not.

Word play.
Laughing and dancing and singing.
Running and climbing and scraping our knees.

World of word play,
Everything in words.
Add an “l” and the world is yours!

Perspective,
Purrspective.
Purr.
Meow.
Roar.
oar,
down a river,
across the ocean,
in a tear,
drop,
falling, floating,
off the face, beautiful, of the earth,
a pebble,
eating cocoa puffs;
puffing up a mountain,
a train,
training for what?
for a miracle?
for existence?
his and her stance.
Architecture of the world,
A pebble making up the beach,
An ancient aisle between island and ocean.
Existence?
Exist tense? No!
Relief.
Colored leaves falling freely,
Branches bending, breaking.
In the warm wind, a breath.
Breathe.
Purr.
Perspective.

A thousand possibilities        but only
A single strand of truth
What is and was is certainty,
What will be (is) left for the sleuth?

Two roads diverged and a third emerged
But the path I will pursue is not paved.

In fact, it is frightening that my function follows no formula.
(For where I will go, fair-weather friends may not follow.)

Finite focus and rational realities, particular peculiarities
Puncture my bubble thoughts of limitless futures and alternate realities.

By design or by luck
We forever are stuck
In the present, a gift we can never quite grasp.

The future confounds and confuses.
Its abundance amuses.
But as a whole, full of holes,
It is a rabbit hole of ruses.

And as the future comes into focus,
We are full of missteps and mistakes,
Expert advancements and lucky breaks.

But presently, we must posit
the future holds no deposit
On our lives in the present.

Rather, the present may be considered payment for the past
And the future can be construed as payment for the last.

Do good.

As simple as it sounds
The phrase is profound.

Though the questions remain for each of us to ponder:
Where did we come from and where will we wander?
Why did we do what we did and what will become of us?
Are we alone in this world or is there a love we can trust?

A simple phrase rings true every day.
Do good! And this phrase will wash your worries away.

Slip, trip, and fall

On the ice, like mice

We scurry about —

Afraid of the cat,

Looking for cheese.

Slip, trip, fall and splat,

As we lunge forward,

We brace for the fall,

Arms out in front

To protect our faces.

We try again and again,

To walk on water,

To make physics bend.

We dream and we drift.

It’s a curse and a gift —

To wonder and wander

About what is near and what is yonder.

Slip, trip, fall, Do it again!

It is the only way to learn, my friend.