Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

Introspection

  • Dalliance appliance

    Open the door and the light comes on but only when you open the door Illuminated are the remnants of the recent past (some not so recent) the leftover bits and pieces, scraps and tasty morsels with which you can construct a spontaneous, piecemeal feast, a light lunch, or default snack fresh and climate controlled Read more

  • Spiritual hedonism

    I look into a mirror and I see myself I look into myself and I see a mirror a me that reflects all that I have done everything that has happened in life making me the person I have become Mostly, I like what I see The reflection mostly makes me smile sometimes I even Read more

  • Proclamation

    Imperfection should lead to introspection, but as a hobby not your vocation it is no small concession to make the confession that I have long since (with light apprehension) blithely lived my life minus much regard for convention Read more

  • Ahhh…huh?

    The moment my life succumbs to logic I will consider it an out-of-body near-death, come-to-the-light experience Sort of a reincarnation of myself at least, as seen by others Read more

  • Vintner

    I am a wine cellar unto myself occasionally decanted as an aged-to-perfection vintage I can at times act the vinegar I am at times sweet, pungent with varietal undertones sometimes I am quite dry an acquired taste not for all Sometimes people label me and state what I should best accompany, what to pair me Read more

  • In step

    Time, so they say, always marches on its cadence, precise as any honor guard Mostly. Time is sometimes less a rhythm, more a tuning of a ukulele MY dog DOG has HAS fleas. fleas. My dog has fleas Time sometimes stumbles, but always finishes the parade Read more

  • Algebraic youth

    The ratio of hearts broken to girls loved lacked only the coefficient of understanding statistics quantify the what fail to enumerate the costs, causes and effects showing the work only proves what I have long known; I suck at math. Read more

  • Gratitude

    Thanking God for prayers unanswered should be a regular pilgrimage daily thanks sent heavenward as well for pleadings ignored, deals never made, proposals not acknowledged, pleas not granted, abstract make-a-wishful thinking, and rejection from past potential dates second guessing goes against my better adult judgment, yet fits my quirky analytical ways so thankfulness is sometimes Read more

  • Meditative bombast

    What I have inflicted on life and its responsorials and reprisals on me have proven that regrets teach – if you do the homework things, events once inexplicable are simply lessons learned in an evolving matriculation; tuition deferred, knowledge incurred, debits carried forward, erased Unlike my youthful self I am far less Dylanesque, unless positively Read more

  • Advancement

    I eschew sex. Firmly entrenched in middle age I have found the act wanting, boring the physicality dull, unimaginative old hat Sex has lost its interest in me shunning sex, I have discovered making love It is the side effect of experience the residue of having love, lost, found I am the artist who has Read more