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Sooner than Forever

Write me a letter–send it–

Special Delivery.

Gone are those days.

Unless you’re 3Ding someone

a new car.

Want to know anything?

Click your heels or even

your mouse.

Appearances are not

what they seem to be often,

but still, instant gratification.

Ahh, that feels good.

No waiting.  How many times

do you see that sign?

Some things are worth waiting for,

of course, you never know

until you get them if that is

so.  Faith is patience in action.

Patience is wondering if your

brain is screwed on right.

“I could wait…forever!”

But that’s always the first thought

until it appears sooner.

No one’s ever went to the end of

forever anyway to come

back and tell you how long you

have to wait.  So think sooner

than forever, however long that

ends up to be.  At least you’re not

waiting “forever”.

 

 

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Decide

Decisions shouldn’t be that

powerful.  Either you do

or you don’t.

Washing around in the middle

of those

Doesn’t get you anywhere.

Somehow your mind is not

your own in those moments,

if you are indecisive.

It’s not clear what the

action that would be best

is.

So circumstances sometimes

Make it easy for you

& release you from your

opportunity.

If it would have been

something you really

wanted, you wouldn’t

have hesitated or feared

something else better

wouldn’t come along,

something more suitable

& you knew in an

instant, yes, this

is for me.

 

Close up of Gerbera flower

Close up of Gerbera flower

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PROcrastination

Get started writing.

Do you know a better way

than to just ‘get started’?

I don’t.

Sometimes when I wait for

inspiration, it’s like snail

mail.  I used to go out to the

mail box everyday waiting

for some word from my loved

one.  I had to wait.

Inspiration will keep you

on the line like that until

you give up exasperated.

So I try to follow the

rules I tell my students.

Because they’ll also take

forever if you give it to

them.  I say, “no rush.”

Let an idea come, there’s

lots of them all over the place.

Your imaginations are rich

with things to write about.

BUT if after a minute

nothing shows up,

you start writing anyway.

One kid actually took me

up on writing, “I don’t know

what to write about”, after

I told him to write even that!

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

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Soul Shop

Who wants my soul?

I’m trading it in

on a new model.

Does the devil

deal in used souls?

Mine is worn out–

too many miles

on it over the

roughest roads

you can imagine–

a lifetime of abuse–

irreparable–at

least to my eyes.

Maybe there’s

a shop in heaven

where a make

or do over takes

place & you’re

returned good as

or better than

new?

I heard there was

such a place but

it’s hard to get in,

hard to get through

the security.

But maybe someday.

Until then, I might

be looking to trade

in this used (but

vintage!) model.

 

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Little Kids

What’ve I to worry about?

Impression management is not even

an issue when I’m doing what I

love.

If it is an issue, I need to quit

doing it.

I like being around little kids.

They’re too busy chasing joy

to notice anything out of

place on your person.

They don’t even know what a

judgement is.  They have some

issues with sharing and

interaction in general with

others–but you, you can

do no harm.  You’re only

there to help & guide them

and they readily accept it,

admitting that they really

don’t know (how to do) much

at this stage and the learning

curve is steep–so they need

all the help they can get.

No problem being wrong.

They do that a lot.  They

just flip their pencil over,

erase and write it the

correct way.

We should be little kids all

our lives–innocent & learning.

Judging not self or others.

 

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ME

If I was j.u.s.t myself,

I would probably go off

the DEEP end, bounce in from

right field

to a grounder hit poorly, that

should have been an “out”.

Who knows what virus my brain

may release on the literary world?

Taking it by storm no

vaccine or antibiotic would touch,

it mutates and changes defenses

so quickly.

Me, myself & I, we stay in a

hole deep inside

lest the slings and arrows

of OUTRAGEOUS fortune

pay an untimely visit–

every visit from them is

untimely.

So, wounded, I limp back

home, licking my wounds

in self-pity waiting for this

wave of compassionate

self-demise to end.

Who am I, anyway?  EVEN

I do not want to really

know, for fear it would be

unacceptable, even to ME.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

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Feed Me!

Often when I’ve given myself fully to the day

I have nothing to offer the page.

The page, blank and naked, unashamedly

screams, Feed me! feed my lines with words

of praise for yourself.  You’ll be doing us

both a favor.

The page can’t really speak but if it could

it would tell me of its loneliness sitting on

my printer waiting for me to come

home & give it some attention.

If it could sit up, it would beg

mercilessly to be fed a snack, even,

preferably a Thanksgiving repast

with all the “trimmings”.

Patient as it is, loyal to no one else

like me, I don’t know what to say

often when we meet at night

after dark like this.

The best I can do is empty my

head onto an open & willing

page until it’s filled or I am

empty.

So far neither has happened

yet I feel I’ve fed all that

can legibly be handled

by one page in one night/

morning.  It’s late but

I’m writing anyway.  If you’re

hungry, you’re hungry.

 

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Going for it

Wait one more minute–

that’s a minute longer

than you needed to

begin, to act, ask, tell.

No one can read your mind

like you can–well, maybe a

few gifted psychics.

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Still, if you want someone

to know how you feel,

what you think, you best

use words–written or verbal.

I must admit, I seem to

sense a 6th sense that

kind of knows what I find

out later verbally.

Sort of an advanced notice.

But waiting slows your

process time and over-

rest or absence is just time

we could have spent

doing what we want–

even if it is fearful.

I push kids to begin writing

when they only know

maybe a few hundred words.

I also let them think of an

idea and for some it takes

longer than others.

Still, you could wait

forever & lose your

opportunity…

 

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knock, knock

hello.

Who’s there?

That was supposed to come first.

oh.

Knock, knock.

Now it’s my turn, who’s there?

Me.

You know what comes next–

Me who?

Mewho.  I’m a cat with

a British accent.

oh.

Who else is there?

No one.

No one who?

No last name, just no one.

glad to meet you no one

I don’t know many no ones.

Everybody thinks they’re the

cat’s meow.  Not many no

ones in my crowd.

But pleased to meet you,

anyway.

Doorbells are going to

make me non-existent.

oh.  ring, ring–doesn’t

have the same ring to

it as knock, knock.

Crashing wave . Corona Del Mar. California

Crashing wave . Corona Del Mar. California

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Earth

The earth rolls

a marble in space

into the side pocket

you call

aim carefully

a miss could be

disastrous

or just having

to play the game

over again

starting from

scratch.

Being behind the

eight ball

is life’s common

occurrence

so don’t belie

your lie

bank on getting

it into the

pocket

you’re aiming

at.

View of Zion National Park from trail in high country, UtahC00471D-11

View of Zion National Park from trail in high country, Utah C00471D-11

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