#poemaday — Public Fediverse posts

body go

i often have to stop my brain
from getting in the way
of where my body wants to go
and knows the best way down

it sometimes feels impossible
which is why the brain must go
to leave the body to its shapes
rediscoveries of all the flows

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/body-go

body go

i often have to stop my brain
from getting in the way
of where my body wants to go
and knows the best way down

it sometimes feels impossible
which is why the brain must go
to leave the body to its shapes
rediscoveries of all the flows

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/body-go

missing dave

(too big for here, link below)

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/missing-dave

missing dave

(too big for here, link below)

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/missing-dave

expertise

repetition
with focus
wears a groove
restricting
a range to a fine
point
sometimes masterful
or beautiful or
all the in-betweens
sometimes
simply masterful
repetition
without an escape
path back home
where cobbled ideas
placed the first
cobblestone
with the why left
lost behind the gate

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/expertise

expertise

repetition
with focus
wears a groove
restricting
a range to a fine
point
sometimes masterful
or beautiful or
all the in-betweens
sometimes
simply masterful
repetition
without an escape
path back home
where cobbled ideas
placed the first
cobblestone
with the why left
lost behind the gate

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/expertise

Upstairs

sometimes I live a little too much upstairs
and by upstairs I mean
in my head

Upstairs

sometimes I live a little too much upstairs
and by upstairs I mean
in my head

Upstairs

sometimes I live a little too much upstairs
and by upstairs I mean
in my head

Upstairs

sometimes I live a little too much upstairs
and by upstairs I mean
in my head

Upstairs

sometimes I live a little too much upstairs
and by upstairs I mean
in my head

mirror blocks

i stack 1 thing
against another
and you see it
as i never could
intend
but as you
happen too

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/mirror-blocks

mirror blocks

i stack 1 thing
against another
and you see it
as i never could
intend
but as you
happen too

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/mirror-blocks

a fundamental conceit

if i designed
How Things Are
equal and opposite
would never need
to 0 each other
nor consume
to live

you may
say this is
just as the fallen
upon the earth must
bide their time

but i
say this is
just how i would
do things different

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/a-fundamental-conceit

a fundamental conceit

if i designed
How Things Are
equal and opposite
would never need
to 0 each other
nor consume
to live

you may
say this is
just as the fallen
upon the earth must
bide their time

but i
say this is
just how i would
do things different

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/a-fundamental-conceit

thought you should know

i like imagining
sometimes calculating
the effect of me
moving through our space
has

those who i love or have
loved me but especially
strangers as our chance
encounters brush against
each other sending each
other along our ways

but i fall up
short of understanding
and only hope
we warmed a bit between
to carry us along

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/thought-you-should-know

thought you should know

i like imagining
sometimes calculating
the effect of me
moving through our space
has

those who i love or have
loved me but especially
strangers as our chance
encounters brush against
each other sending each
other along our ways

but i fall up
short of understanding
and only hope
we warmed a bit between
to carry us along

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/thought-you-should-know

It’s been years since I listened

to that song
I’ve wondered what it was called
or how the chorus went
the words were fuzzy like mittens
in the back of the closet
what was crystal in my mind
was the way I felt
belting it out as I drove
with the windows down
and the wind carrying away the pressure
to be accurate so I could focus
on pouring out what was bottled up
I knew from the guitar and the choir
clapping the beat
just before the first words
dropped from her mouth
that I was going back to My Church
and I was singing along with a friend
I’ve never met

It’s been years since I listened

to that song
I’ve wondered what it was called
or how the chorus went
the words were fuzzy like mittens
in the back of the closet
what was crystal in my mind
was the way I felt
belting it out as I drove
with the windows down
and the wind carrying away the pressure
to be accurate so I could focus
on pouring out what was bottled up
I knew from the guitar and the choir
clapping the beat
just before the first words
dropped from her mouth
that I was going back to My Church
and I was singing along with a friend
I’ve never met

It’s been years since I listened

to that song
I’ve wondered what it was called
or how the chorus went
the words were fuzzy like mittens
in the back of the closet
what was crystal in my mind
was the way I felt
belting it out as I drove
with the windows down
and the wind carrying away the pressure
to be accurate so I could focus
on pouring out what was bottled up
I knew from the guitar and the choir
clapping the beat
just before the first words
dropped from her mouth
that I was going back to My Church
and I was singing along with a friend
I’ve never met

It’s been years since I listened

to that song
I’ve wondered what it was called
or how the chorus went
the words were fuzzy like mittens
in the back of the closet
what was crystal in my mind
was the way I felt
belting it out as I drove
with the windows down
and the wind carrying away the pressure
to be accurate so I could focus
on pouring out what was bottled up
I knew from the guitar and the choir
clapping the beat
just before the first words
dropped from her mouth
that I was going back to My Church
and I was singing along with a friend
I’ve never met

It’s been years since I listened

to that song
I’ve wondered what it was called
or how the chorus went
the words were fuzzy like mittens
in the back of the closet
what was crystal in my mind
was the way I felt
belting it out as I drove
with the windows down
and the wind carrying away the pressure
to be accurate so I could focus
on pouring out what was bottled up
I knew from the guitar and the choir
clapping the beat
just before the first words
dropped from her mouth
that I was going back to My Church
and I was singing along with a friend
I’ve never met

confinium scientiae atque mysterii

is it more or less wondrous
to understand the why behind
some portion of Mystery
we can answer?
to know why when the sky
turns
to stars and the sun
blocked by a dark sphere
makes the whole world
silent

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/confinium-scientiae-atque-mysterii

confinium scientiae atque mysterii

is it more or less wondrous
to understand the why behind
some portion of Mystery
we can answer?
to know why when the sky
turns
to stars and the sun
blocked by a dark sphere
makes the whole world
silent

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/confinium-scientiae-atque-mysterii

Milestone I wasn’t aiming for

for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without crying or even
tearing up
I was aware of grief as a friend
occupying a guest bedroom
and though the creaking floorboards
told me they were moving about,
I was not seeking them out,
I was waiting to talk to them
when they came to the kitchen
to share a meal and an embrace
for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without having to shut the door
on a blizzard of emotion
or be buried in three feet
of grief, isolated by a barrier
which risks life and limb
to cross and which risks
insanity if one succumbs
and stops struggling to get out

Milestone I wasn’t aiming for

for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without crying or even
tearing up
I was aware of grief as a friend
occupying a guest bedroom
and though the creaking floorboards
told me they were moving about,
I was not seeking them out,
I was waiting to talk to them
when they came to the kitchen
to share a meal and an embrace
for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without having to shut the door
on a blizzard of emotion
or be buried in three feet
of grief, isolated by a barrier
which risks life and limb
to cross and which risks
insanity if one succumbs
and stops struggling to get out

Milestone I wasn’t aiming for

for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without crying or even
tearing up
I was aware of grief as a friend
occupying a guest bedroom
and though the creaking floorboards
told me they were moving about,
I was not seeking them out,
I was waiting to talk to them
when they came to the kitchen
to share a meal and an embrace
for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without having to shut the door
on a blizzard of emotion
or be buried in three feet
of grief, isolated by a barrier
which risks life and limb
to cross and which risks
insanity if one succumbs
and stops struggling to get out

Milestone I wasn’t aiming for

for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without crying or even
tearing up
I was aware of grief as a friend
occupying a guest bedroom
and though the creaking floorboards
told me they were moving about,
I was not seeking them out,
I was waiting to talk to them
when they came to the kitchen
to share a meal and an embrace
for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without having to shut the door
on a blizzard of emotion
or be buried in three feet
of grief, isolated by a barrier
which risks life and limb
to cross and which risks
insanity if one succumbs
and stops struggling to get out

Milestone I wasn’t aiming for

for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without crying or even
tearing up
I was aware of grief as a friend
occupying a guest bedroom
and though the creaking floorboards
told me they were moving about,
I was not seeking them out,
I was waiting to talk to them
when they came to the kitchen
to share a meal and an embrace
for the first time in weeks
I spoke about her
without having to shut the door
on a blizzard of emotion
or be buried in three feet
of grief, isolated by a barrier
which risks life and limb
to cross and which risks
insanity if one succumbs
and stops struggling to get out

halyards and sheets

i often hear routines
repeating every day
make life predictable
which isn't worth living

and i have to agree or
be condemned as boring
even though nobody would
believe i actually was

trying hard to find it
long ropes across days
routine weaving a grip
to help me hold through

jumbles of accidents all
around us even random
invisible pieces components
awash in the sea of horizons

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/halyards-and-sheets

halyards and sheets

i often hear routines
repeating every day
make life predictable
which isn't worth living

and i have to agree or
be condemned as boring
even though nobody would
believe i actually was

trying hard to find it
long ropes across days
routine weaving a grip
to help me hold through

jumbles of accidents all
around us even random
invisible pieces components
awash in the sea of horizons

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/halyards-and-sheets

I Am That I Am

Was God disappointed
that Abraham was following
blindly without questioning
what He told him to do?

Was He unfair in cutting
Abraham off from direct communication
after he was preparing to do what
God told him to do?

Was Abraham supposed to notice
that sacrificing one’s child
did not square with the values
of any others of God’s instructions?

Was Abraham meant to prove
loyalty to his son – a child – over
his God’s seemingly arbitrary
command to commit murder?

Was God ashamed of a creature created
in His own image?

Was the failure of the God or the man
the root of the prophet’s words to a king
generations in the future – to obey
is better than sacrifice?

grand kids

kids many colors
laughs and screams
the blown-up castle
huge soft bouncing
off the ground
off the walls
and the grand dad
who inflated it all
stands solid smiles
looking on memories
looking on ahead
at the short time
bouncing about
in bright colored
castles must last

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/grand-kids

grand kids

kids many colors
laughs and screams
the blown-up castle
huge soft bouncing
off the ground
off the walls
and the grand dad
who inflated it all
stands solid smiles
looking on memories
looking on ahead
at the short time
bouncing about
in bright colored
castles must last

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/grand-kids

For a moment, this is all there is

time isn’t real
in the way that when you focus
on the sunset
everything else drops away
and the only thing you’re thinking
about is how pretty pink is when it’s fading
into orange and how if you reach out
your hand, the little clouds
would feel like cotton batting
and the purple drifting off to the side
would melt in your hands like cotton candy

For a moment, this is all there is

time isn’t real
in the way that when you focus
on the sunset
everything else drops away
and the only thing you’re thinking
about is how pretty pink is when it’s fading
into orange and how if you reach out
your hand, the little clouds
would feel like cotton batting
and the purple drifting off to the side
would melt in your hands like cotton candy

For a moment, this is all there is

time isn’t real
in the way that when you focus
on the sunset
everything else drops away
and the only thing you’re thinking
about is how pretty pink is when it’s fading
into orange and how if you reach out
your hand, the little clouds
would feel like cotton batting
and the purple drifting off to the side
would melt in your hands like cotton candy

For a moment, this is all there is

time isn’t real
in the way that when you focus
on the sunset
everything else drops away
and the only thing you’re thinking
about is how pretty pink is when it’s fading
into orange and how if you reach out
your hand, the little clouds
would feel like cotton batting
and the purple drifting off to the side
would melt in your hands like cotton candy

For a moment, this is all there is

time isn’t real
in the way that when you focus
on the sunset
everything else drops away
and the only thing you’re thinking
about is how pretty pink is when it’s fading
into orange and how if you reach out
your hand, the little clouds
would feel like cotton batting
and the purple drifting off to the side
would melt in your hands like cotton candy

Reading the amazing collection "You Better Be Lightning" by poet Andrea Gibson.

From "Home Sick" (read the whole thing at https://andreagibson.org/homesick-a-plea-for-our-planet)

If we aimed to be just half as good
as one of the earth’s mistakes,
we could turn so much around.
Our living would be seed, the future would have roots.
We would cast nothing from the garden of itself.
and we would make the thorns proud.

#poetry #poem #poems #PoemADay #TodaysPoem #AndreaGibson #Earth #future #science #eco

Reading the amazing collection "You Better Be Lightning" by poet Andrea Gibson.

From "Home Sick" (read the whole thing at https://andreagibson.org/homesick-a-plea-for-our-planet)

If we aimed to be just half as good
as one of the earth’s mistakes,
we could turn so much around.
Our living would be seed, the future would have roots.
We would cast nothing from the garden of itself.
and we would make the thorns proud.

#poetry #poem #poems #PoemADay #TodaysPoem #AndreaGibson #Earth #future #science #eco

Reading the amazing collection "You Better Be Lightning" by poet Andrea Gibson.

From "Home Sick" (read the whole thing at https://andreagibson.org/homesick-a-plea-for-our-planet)

If we aimed to be just half as good
as one of the earth’s mistakes,
we could turn so much around.
Our living would be seed, the future would have roots.
We would cast nothing from the garden of itself.
and we would make the thorns proud.

#poetry #poem #poems #PoemADay #TodaysPoem #AndreaGibson #Earth #future #science #eco