Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Reflections

  • most monochromatically not

    I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not Read more

  • Culture shocks

    The ‘Beat Generation’ now needs a pacemaker; they can still Howl – but it’s mostly in discomfort Hippies now take a drag, teeter on artificial joints Peace, love, rock-and-roll? Viagra, naps, Metamucil Culture they unleashed now subjected to leash laws yet I admire their restraint in not pandering to regret Read more

  • Banes of…

    You’ll never know what might have been you’ll never prove what could have been to loudly proclaim what should have been is the greatest of curses self-inflicted by men Read more

  • Fold this for a minute…

    My past is a detailed map of mosaic tiles; true picture discerned only from a distance up close, personal, the lines of each piece go every which way and intersect at odd angles going nowhere and everywhere Step back a bit and the picture comes into cleaner, crisper focus you see where you have been Read more

  • Look alikes

    My old family photos; little, black-and-white, white-bordered circus fun-house mirrors the reflection peering back at me is not a true replica; more a police artist’s puzzled rendering of what nine different witnesses describe as the same bank robber I look at me and see that someone else staring back in a very clear-cut case of Read more

  • Done

    The past can hinder it can hurt and taint today and your tomorrows the past can’t paint your life in colors that you can feel but that others see as a much different shade the past can be the cross you bear the hat you wear a welcome companion or unwelcome intruder the past lurks, Read more

  • Road trip, 1965 –

    When I was a kid we planted trees by the lake 72 pine seedlings hauled north in milk cartons arranged on the back floor of a ’39 Dodge the trees and I were small, green, pliable in need of nurturing the Dodge sits now in a junkyard, the remaining pines scrape the sky I remember 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