Thursday, July 12, 2018


Clouds creep up from the rear
like the natural march of indifference
intent on a search and destroy
of the sky’s so heavenly blue.

It’s a silent but deadly approach
like the reality of a ghost
unseen but felt and known to be
an ineffective and useless guard
at the heart’s unmarked border post.

So crosses indifference speedy and swift
into the haven of love’s settled state
a warrior, gunman, thief, murderer,
in rampant and raging disregard
for what is intended to be.

And the sky that once vibrant and blue
succumbs to a dim and dull overlay
like the eyes of love once fearlessly clear
now brushed with the strokes
of complete indifference.

Flutter, flutter, and I flutter eyelids
simply today to no avail
because indifference begets indifference
in terms of section one hundred and three
of the perceived playact of life!

Saturday, July 7, 2018

The meaningful

She lurks on the side lines amazed and dismayed
and sometimes amused at how humans behave
when embroiled in life’s so many small things
that keep them distracted from the meaningful.

Yet too does the meaningful lurk in the shadows
always in hope of being found and discovered
and it waits and it waits, oh, how it waits
but it ages, you know, like we all do.

I wonder sometimes how it would be
if the meaningful died before being found
and how many would grieve and mourn the loss
when busy, so busy, with the small things.

Now small things exist; they do have a purpose,
but alone they become the “be and end all”
and create a sense of mere self-importance
in those who do not seek and discover.

But look in the shadows; feed the meaningful
and give to the small things enhanced purpose
so all of the things we do and will do
become plain and simply … meaningful!