certain
it takes 'A certain kind of Eden' to make a house a home, just as it takes A certain kind of home to make a life worth living A certain kind of job A certain kind of temperament A certain kind of spouse to make a life happy.
B.9
The story goes that at the conclusion of the first playing of the Ninth, someone turned Beethoven around so he could see the audience response. That wasn't necessary. If Beethoven was any kind of composer or creator, he already knew.
All is calm
All is calm all is bright on the shortest day of the year, a time of denial, cheating the dark, death, artificial light, frenzies of parties, activities, buying, wishing, hoping that we triumph over fears lurking in the dark shadows we cannot erase. And so we deny the darkness sending light and cheer into every corner, toasting, caroling, denying.
fear of the unknown: forever vision
I take odd comfort in the podiatrist’s visit tomorrow that breaks the emptiness of the rest of the week on the calendar that marks the passage of my life, remarkable events that require a reminder appointments, anniversaries, birthdays, classes, meetings, events. But there is no sign of the mundane that now makes up the bulk of my activity— the buying of groceries, the cooking of meals, ironing and washing, vacuuming and dusting, all burned into the warp and weft of life, occurring not by schedule but by rote, routine, as the spirit moves. Mote time spent on the maintenance of things gathered around us than on seeking the newer worlds, digging deeper into the nourishing realms the terra incognita that prove existence, enrich life. Time to reflect as the hands perform routine motions to complete routine tasks. Time standing still.
The sign says the park is closed
between dusk and dawn, but the sign knows little of the life of the park, the rhythms, activities of the park’s visitors and occupants. Dogs with their owners may pay heed, as do casual strollers and kids who play ball or tag during the day But the reality is the park is open day and night for its real residents, birds roosting in the branches of trees, the nocturnals who fill the night air with hoots, croaks, chirps and other sounds not easily connected to a source. I suspect that in addition to those who pay no heed to the sign that there may be some who see it ignore it, daring the darkness, the mysterious, the unknown, some simply cutting across the grass to arrive home more quickly, others settling in to experience the darkness without interference, get closer to the primitive, their deepest hidden selves testing the transformative power of the moon, young lovers finding the darkest point to sneak in past the sign with a blanket to feel the darkness on their skin, to touch, to explore, and be surrounded by the primal forces roaming in the night.
Saturday Morning Poems
Spring is my favorite time, I decide, as I settle into a chair overlooking the garden awash in daffodils, an ocean of yellow. "Are daffodils happy to be blooming?" I wonder. There is no answer. Maybe I like fall best. It answers questions. I take a sip of coffee, good any time of year.
Good news! It was easier to train my brain to ignore the alarm clock than to engage in the fruitless quest for the snooze button. I apologize to you, dear reader, for making you work so hard to follow these breadcrumb trails that may (or my not) lead to a fully formed idea. But I take some consolation in the idea that you have had coffee, where I probably haven't yet. Either way, no excuse-- it won't help either of us cope.
The Problem With Keys
here's the real problem– the shorter the word the more people use it and suddenly, you have a word all over the map forcing users to rush to dictionaries to answer questions like "what did she mean by that?" take for example, door no–there is not enough time let's take keys, which you knew I was going to do anyway. It's in the title. small piece of metal used to lock a door or lid or other secure device or starting point to get all the musicians on the same page or using the metal thing to mark the door of a car belonging to the guy who used to harass you in high school or the guy who wrote "The Star-Spangled Banner" although I wish he had given time to the stripes too or the answer to solving a puzzle solving a problem solving a crime which brings us back to that small piece of metal and the door or the beginning, if you prefer.
the poet klkz
back to beginning
the poet klkz watch tv movies science fiction characters fly fight evil monsters bad guys invisible things time travel future dinosaurs detectives puzzle out crimes murder danger danger whodunit klkz like theme go back to start where began klkz try idea charge forward back to beginning klkz review relate dreams goals what make klkz happy life as child happy core of everything always come back to happy happy with books happy with friends happy with self find peaceful point always on journey new quest new goal founding fathers got it right happiness chasing happiness growth change make remake self shed skin shell transform self get ready to do it again at end of day get ready do it again review happy explore ways to get there sometimes change always stay on path winding or straight change happen many ways self family friends work muse creation around klkz choices weigh klkz down one new happy-making thing enough so many people things weigh klkz down on path to happy diversion distraction from art poetry distract from seeing hearing people take space in mind heart obscure goal, block skin shedding want klkz to stop say in one place stay in one thought trade for comfort klkz push on growth change make klkz happy.