Posts for June 12, 2018 (page 4)

May you live easy
In your skin
     Like your uncle E

May you love intently
And with satisfaction
     Like your great-grandmother C

May you find life funny
And make us laugh
     Like your great uncle O

May you love this earth
And help it heal
     Like your father E

May you delight in work
And its goodness
     Like your great-grandfather L

May you have a good time
No matter what
     Like your uncle N

May you find it easy
To be your body’s friend
    Like your mother S

May you find learning sweet
And travel glorious
     Like your great-grandmother R

May you move with grace
And dance in beauty
    Like your great-grandfather W

May you have a dozen ways, at least
To heal and soothe your soul
     Like your great aunt P

May you bring together your heart, mind and body
As one rich being
     Like your grandfather S

May music move you
May words matter to you  
     Like your grandmother R

May you love your life among us
And live without regrets
    As we all mean to do.

I tried your phone again.
Where are you?
For nearly a year I had wondered,
and feared the worst.  The last time
we spoke, you babbled on
about babies, kale, and medicine.
None of it made sense to me
Where had your mind gone?
Did you ever think of me,
your only birth daughter?
You had left me once already;
were you going to do it again?
Somewhere deep down,
under my anger lingered a love for you
because you were my mother.
I searched for you once again,
and there it was: your name, the day you died.
My questions will never be answered,
or perhaps they are.  Rest In Peace, Mother.

Of all the wild creatures,
Fireflies are the easiest to catch,
No trickery, speed, or agility is necessary
You have only to stretch out your hand,
And they will happily alight upon your fingers,
As if they’ve been waiting
For the perfect perch to rest. 

I don’t know how he did it, but he did it!
He made the world a better, safer place!
With a multi-colored halo he saved us!
From rockets raining hell on us from space!

The leaders from past times shot up a brick.
Like always, he was there with the board!
But he wasn’t just catching an orange ball!
His loving hands were cradling the world!

I don’t know how he did it, but did it!
He made the world a better, safer place!
With a multi-colored halo, he saved us!
From rockets raining hell on us from space!

It wasn’t the first time he’d been a winner.
Or kept a bunch of Rockets on the ground.
He’d worked hand in hand with the admiral
to move the Spurs on to another round!

But this game we were playing was much greater
A starving country had a massive bomb!
And their leaders and ours, they were not talking,
There was fear that one day we all would be gone.

When others were a talking he was working.
There were millions in range of artillery. 
And the best rebounder in the world brought them all to the table,
While people laughed at him, he set them free!

I don’t know how he did it, but he did it!
He made the world a better, safer place!
With a multi-colored halo he saved us!
From rockets raining hell on us from space!

I digress in every story that I attempt to tell

Stumbling over ever other word like they are the cups that I keep forgetting to move off my bedroom floor

And when you woke up last month without a tongue in your mouth, did you forget to pray to the cat before you fell asleep that she may pass over you?

The clouds roared over your head and screamed pain at you, but did you forget how to scream back?

This self analysis is going nowhere

“No Wake?” barked the rented captain. 
“There’s no ride without wake bumps,
This brewing storm and the rolling tide. 
Take it or leave it, I’d just as soon fish.”

Chastened, we landed mateys, climbed
Aboard the chartered schooner, well,
Not really a schooner, but to us a goodly
Vessel with promises of wide water,
Brilliant sun, and dolphins playing  aft. 

After all we’d been taught our sturdy oak
Lives so long because she survived high
Wind, deadly drought, locust plague, and
Lightning bolts while a tender sapling.  
Can’t we be as brave as the venerable tree? 

The old captain told us gory stories
Of near misses, capsizes, drownings.
Horrors enough to drive us from the
Sea. Yet the twinkle hidden behind  
Salty lines in his weathered face

Told more of survival than disaster. 
Crafty old sailor, thank you for your
Long vision and sturdy hand on the wheel. 
We’ ll be back, rough sea or smooth. 
Lubbers we are, but cowards we’re not. 
 

Cowardly bird.
Did you know that
carrying too much weight
will
interfere with flight?
And that
flying into brick walls
will
break your wings?

Breaking open silent codes
Between breaths of heaving grief
Leaves his smile with her wild eyes
For eternity, my death

how cheap the body. how blinding when the flesh betrays itself. how far away you found the flame and how

tepid the water when it’s left empty, a haughty scab you could excise in one scrape and without pageantry.

it’s difficult to feel any pity or passion when the meat hangs from crusted hooks. like regarding a stiff cupboard hinge or

something written wrong. something worn smooth by wind water or sand. maybe something rotten but varnished.

keep reading things biblically if you want to hear only of plagues and never of the plagued. the characters sometimes stay the same.

On the fishing dock at summer camp,
your toes go up
mine go down

Stripes and calico
Cotton and silk
Dresses for the cows
Just say no to milk

We compare lake-water drops on our legs
mine run in
yours run off

Two little ladies
Flower and wool
Run in the kitchen
‘Round the blackberry fool

Nothing tragic or sudden,
our clothes smell like red cedar oil until July.

Locked in the bathroom
Eyeliner tricks
Teach Rockestra
Those Chrissie Hynde licks

7-6-5-4…
Merrill Aldighieri stole rock and roll