Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

self-awareness

  • Comfy

    Certain memories are a favorite pair of old slippers; ragged, tattered, not much to look at, but comfortable in a way nothing new could be once you plucked them from the garbage; second thoughts? hard to part, sometimes, with a never-complaining old friend then again, sometimes it’s best to just let the dog chew ‘em Read more

  • Whether banes

    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

  • Pilgrim

    I am a spiritual man I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places, peoples, cultures old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the/a hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, asked Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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