There are parts of it I really like. “Belief and faith are useful.
Hope sees me through.” Is an example. I think maybe there’s a couple different poems there. All that being said I don’t really know what I am talking about. My best advice is trust your gut. Listen with your mind’s ear.
I agree. It has been one of main ways I have come to grips with complicated things or just things I don't understand and it helps with the mysteries. Stan, I wrote this one yesterday morning. Let me know what you think of it. I think it's on the topic of your comment. Wes
I like the idea of words trying to find their best setting, and I hope the ones that don't find a place with me, will find a better place in a pen as capable as yours, Weston.
That's a good way to look at it, they need us and we need them. Speaking of that, my Laurita has been with her Dad for two weeks. She comes back tomorrow. I start to lose track of the good in the world when she's not around....
There are parts of it I really like. “Belief and faith are useful.
Hope sees me through.” Is an example. I think maybe there’s a couple different poems there. All that being said I don’t really know what I am talking about. My best advice is trust your gut. Listen with your mind’s ear.
Poetry provides the perfect reflection by way of introspection.
I agree. It has been one of main ways I have come to grips with complicated things or just things I don't understand and it helps with the mysteries. Stan, I wrote this one yesterday morning. Let me know what you think of it. I think it's on the topic of your comment. Wes
Pandora and her Box
I may ask myself,
in much the same way
one addresses Pandora’s box,
“Is anything in there?”
The box, mute for a moment,
says, “Are you talking to me?
Don’t you have anything
useful to be done?”
It is true-
there are dishes
and some dust to be
shifted about and the dog.
All of it achingly dull
when compared to Pandora
and her box.
I tap her sides,
lift an edge, heft it-
peer into her keyhole.
But only rare days a month
does she tap back.
Those are exciting moments indeed
since nobody knows the rules
and the game is afoot.
“Do we need feet?”
But if we are patient
and utterly forgiving
of monumental impatience,
things can get pretty sparkly.
So, with the tolerance
of the blindfolded
on a bumper car
and the sweet smell
of metabolized alcohol
wafting all about,
I issue a quick prayer
for a safe trip
and stay my sanity
for the unspecified hours.
These are her terms.
Trust don’t begin to cover it.
Belief and faith are useful.
Hope sees me through.
I like the idea of words trying to find their best setting, and I hope the ones that don't find a place with me, will find a better place in a pen as capable as yours, Weston.
Great writing. Beautiful thoughts.
Thanks Arjan.
Like us they discover themselves I think - not being able to say themselves out loud and needing us to do it for them.
That's a good way to look at it, they need us and we need them. Speaking of that, my Laurita has been with her Dad for two weeks. She comes back tomorrow. I start to lose track of the good in the world when she's not around....
Isn’t it good to have someone we love that much. It’s the bottom line and the top at the same time.
It most certainly is.