Clouds racing across the sky
Uncut and unphased
By sickle in sky
.
01.24.23
Structured poetry, more recent poems at microburstspoetry.wordpress.com
Clouds racing across the sky
Uncut and unphased
By sickle in sky
.
01.24.23
Swallows are chirping –
Humans are sniffling –
Shielded from wind gusts in woods
04.16.22
O Shakespeare!
Difficult questions poseth thee!
But relevant,
And relevant for eternity,
Which I suspect will keep thee,
Relevant for eternity.
But is it such a difficult question?
Perhaps only if the answer had to be binary.
A Yes or a No.
Which wouldst not be faireth
Given ’tis one of life’s complicated questions,
For which the universal response
Of “it depends” applieth.
But could a binary answer be found statistically,
As if it were a Yes or No mostly,
Or even just in majority?
Perhaps Yes.
But also perhaps No.
‘Twouldst depend
On other details of the Love involved.
How much?
How long?
How strong?
And other details among.
So it seems I was wrong.
‘Tis a difficult question, indeed!
Not to mention for some contemplators,
The question if it were ever Love,
That shouldst the loss question precede.
O Shakespeare!
Difficult questions poseth thee!
Perhaps I will attempt another,
To attempt to answer,
Instead of this quandary.
Let’s see…
How’s about “To be or not to be”?
Let’s see…
If an answer binary
Were easier to find
To resolve that bind?
Yes!
Yes!
I am convinced ’tis!
Even if by circumstance
The true answer would be
“It depends”
But statistically,
By overwhelming majority,
The answer is definitely,
“To be”!
‘Tis what “to be”,
That is the question
Of greater difficulty…
11.28.2021
Continue reading “Is It Better to Love and Lost, Than Never to Have Loved at All?”
The pandemic was
Graffiti thrown on
Each of our friendscape paintings
.
07.14.21
Writing poetry –
In a different English –
Than I had been taught –
One not acceptable for
Anything except poetry
03.15.21 – 06.20.21
No haiku today –
On the standard stop by sea –
To write poetry
03.24.21 – 06.20.21
Moving day was June 1st –
2021
To modern poetry –
On a new blog –
Called microbursts
No one in park
No one in sight
This winter night
Just the full moon
A snowy world
And I
Existed
01.27.21 – 06.12.21
Without wolves around
For tonight’s Wolf Moon –
I played wolf to howl for them
01.27.21 – 05.30.21
Four cranes looking up –
At the full moon from dockyards –
No ships to unload
01.27.21 – 05.30.21
Road to the moon
Is a sharp right turn
From the lit path I ran on
01.26.21 – 05.30.21
Lunar eye in sky
Lighting path of snow
Showing not lighting my way
01.26.21 – 05.30.21