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I suspect that hubris is our ultimate enemy. This poem uses the metaphor of our relationship with our shadow as the shadow that the sun casts, which can disappear at high noon — in showdowns of conflict — only to appear and grow as the day continues…

Fallowing the Sun

My shadow approached me
As the day progressed
Fortuitously, as high noon turned up
I had no shadow
An epic win
That is
Un-till
Low and be holed
Once agin
My shadow grew longer

Every moment offers something anew…

Moment…um

Life has its own
Momentum
It keeps things
Running
Humming
And any difference
Accords
To rules and laws
Stubbornly persistent
As any realty
Life
As well
Has infinite moments
Every singular one
Offering
A myriad of subjects
Experience a knew
And the prospect
Of excavating un-herd of futures
Mine-ing
This ore that
Whatever it is you proffer
Resetting anew
Of course
Contributing in every present
Your free vote for a new ordering
As you tailor
Sew sew slender alterations
In whatever suits you
And a mist each act
From your unique lookout
You may relish
What it is
You be quest
Your finest
Moment, umm
The ever changing
Arc of your life
Carrying you
Into your future

I have found that moving forward in life often calls for ever more nimble mourning of losses day to day…

Salutation

In the wake
Of each anew daze
Present
At a loss
That most humble
Salutation
Good mourning, love

I tend to see life in two realms: the “billiard ball” world of determinism, this reliably follows that, the science-y stuff of life, and the realm of the spirit, which is about “invitations” to a higher place that cannot be forced but where the best stuff resides. This poem is one take on this…

Soully by Invitation

They proffered
To nail it
Down with life
Though not a ware
The deference between
A given
And givin’
Soully buy invitation

In this whirled, in the daze we live in, it seems that expertise madders. This poem is a tip of the hat to expertise and the insightful wisdom contained within those domains of expertise. May we have patient, open minds in learning to be teachable…

Patient Alchemy

The jeweler
An expert so called
Demonstrated how
To split a diamond
A show enough gem
Striking it once
Twice
Three times
Nothing
Ten times
Twenty times
Thirty times
Nothing
Seventy times
Eighty times
Ninety times
Nothing
In tact
Till the hundredth time
After most of the crowd split
The diamond cleaved
Bemoaned bye many
As useless
A clumsy flail
99% of the time
A flawed efficiency
In awe the way
Riddled with not have way
Too fine that fault line
With such patient alchemy
Not the facet way
In such realms
Of indivisible and invisible
To halve crystal vision
Or weary too be herd
Seamingly
Not enough carats
To justify their weight
Yet those who cool
Won’s heels
In silence
Gasp at the yield
Grasping how sum
A quit them selves
And sell dumb
Master ignorance
But then agin
What due
Experts know

Let our souls not cringe! Let us be awe in!

His Soul Problem

His soul problem
Was something too due
With his shoo’s
He wanted it
Awe
Yet he was scarred
To be taken
All in

Without cooperation life would not be worth living — this is our standard of living…

Helled Countable

They went down
Fore the count
10 to be exacting
As is customary
A column bind
Of wins and losses
And draws
Us in
Too us and them
Unparalleled events
Not adding up
For even
When match over
Cooperation rules
Take holed
Taking us
To an other level
Such ethereal plays
Untolled

This poem emerged from the image of a flurry of potential “last straws” as in “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” This poem parlay’s the resilience of camels in the desert as a metaphor of resilience for us in whatever deserts in life we may experience…

The Straw Dint (Notably Possessive)

The straw didn’t brake
The camel’s back
With such reign
Time to bale
When surroundings
Anything but stable
As if
Know room at the in
A desert creature
Dune the best passable
Carrying life
In between
Oasis’s

A poem about The Don, the grift, the superpower…

Superlative Power

His superpower was
Low expectations
Razed to absurd levels
Then giving you
The lyin’s share
Of what wasn’t there
In first plays
And the lessen
Don’t look
A grift
Hoarse in the mouth
You always get
What
Pain for