Why are some
like picking flowers
while others are
like sawing wood
flowers are delicate
and plucked easily
arranged lovingly and
slowly turned here
and turned there
always finding sun
wood is hard
and knotted causing
stops and starts
wood is heavy
and weighty dirty
difficult definitely challenging
when we’re younger
we pick flowers
learning they die
but wood oh
wood once fallen
discovers its beauty
Category: Creativity
Seesaw
And then there’s this
one Erik Satie song
which whenever I hear
it I think of
us it’s simple and
elegant lazy yet purposeful
it’s our own seesaw
and just like us
goes up and down
going up and down
often filled with laughter
sometimes demands but always
we are just children
playing as children do
Clash
And when we are
just laying here before
or after what we
do do best there’s
this silence it’s the
same not heard emptiness
as that moment just
before or recently after
the clash of hordes
of men intent on
the defending or taking
of what’s rightfully theirs
one brings hope and
the other lays waste
but it’s the silence
the gap where the
image of triumph or
defeat and not the
in-between that excites men
and it excites us
Of
I get tired of
I have grown weary
of that verb of
it’s such a burden
of such a weight
it is not that
that is a thing
a story or secret
or something as entertaining
but it’s the of
it’s the energy really
that this of requires
it’s like do I
really want to say
all that follows of
OnePlace
I imagine you here
here where you’ve been
but now your space
out there lies empty
it’s always out there
where I notice you
not there or here
where I am but
I know one place
you will always be
it’s that one place
no one ever sees
