You are younger than my daughter,
but you are not my daughter.
The rich human history of
young women and old men
is a cross-grain of joyful
noise and heartache.
Wisdom is the most valuable
attribute in both directions,
a wisdom born of respect.
There is art in the balance.
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Tagged fantasy, friendship, life, poem, relationships, respect, sexy
I like to think
my mind works.
are all about
how special I am
I’m always unsure.
What I see
in the mirror
I have learned
what I want
Of this I
(leap: elementsyoga.ie; dichotomy: goodmenproject.com)
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Tagged aging, brain, fantasy, humanity, imagination, life
is a left-brain
Shaping the chatter
Can it be a song too?
It’s a left-brain deal,
The right brain
what words are
but doesn’t use them,
I don’t think
The left brain shouts
to be read.
That’s why it squeezes
and cares about
The right brain
The left brain
when it’s recognized
The right brain is joy
they work together
In mysterious ways.
(left: anewlifewandering.com; right: consciouslifenews.com)
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Tagged art, Joy, left brain, poetry, right brain, writing
Sunlight befriends a digital stream of
virtual heavy lifting, the meat of work devoured;
tasks fall like pistachio husks.
Night shadows a stream splashing
the bowl when the hours are shy
and don’t care who you are.
I prefer the water, the house breathing,
and the beckon of hollow cocoon, warm as secret skin.
Sunlight finds my feet,
warming better than slippers;
Is coming to peace
with ambiguity a
pathway to wisdom?
(illusion: sommer-sommer.com; trees: wisdom-square.com)
We live our lives here
where the greatest
human accomplishment is Art.
When we are gone
the wolves and butterflies
won’t miss it.
(photo credits in a previous blog)
This interview was posted on Tuesday, January 19, 2016.
I rattle on for a bit about the characters in Ochoco Reach and how I approached writing the novel. It might be of interest to some. For others, it might be a cure for insomnia. I reckon that’s the way of the world.
White laden—back arched against the brilliant cold—
your example locks my admiration and my empathy
in an embrace that doesn’t know what to do with itself.
My perception puts you in an instant of deep bend,
the dance fully engaged,
captured in its most dramatic moment.
I am frozen myself,
awaiting your rise to my arrogance.
We are trapped in the instant:
you forever arched in your white gown
and me forever fooled
by the illusion of command.
(top: pinterest.com; bottom: yellowstonepark.com)
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