BotD November 21, 2007
the day before thanksgiving
the day before we know
what we will be thankful for
the day before
not the day of
to experience
not the day after
to remember
but the day before
in blissful ignorance
anticipation of
but no knowledge of
what is to come
the day before 9-11
the day before I lost my sight
the day before my daughter was born
the day before my dad died
the day before Katrina
the day before Nagasaki
hope -- faith -- joy
but the greatest of these is
love
the day before
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Whatever of the Day
In the large scheme of thingss
my life is unimportant
irrelevant
insignificant
a small dot
in the larger dot
that makes up my neighborhood
city
county
state
country
world
in the universe
but it doesn't feel
that way
ever
my life is unimportant
irrelevant
insignificant
a small dot
in the larger dot
that makes up my neighborhood
city
county
state
country
world
in the universe
but it doesn't feel
that way
ever
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Whatever / Whenever
I visited my home two weeks ago.
Not my home of now, but my home of then. It was amazingly unchanged, kind of.
The sidewalk is the same, the house is gone.
The corner is the same, the tree is gone.
Marie's house is the same, Marie is gone.
The fall smelled crisp, the old field had neatly mown grass.
The rain trickled down the window, neatly whisked away by automatic windshield wipers.
I had the strange sense of being in two places at once, wrapped in a mental time machine that never moved; it just tweaked my senses.
Not my home of now, but my home of then. It was amazingly unchanged, kind of.
The sidewalk is the same, the house is gone.
The corner is the same, the tree is gone.
Marie's house is the same, Marie is gone.
The fall smelled crisp, the old field had neatly mown grass.
The rain trickled down the window, neatly whisked away by automatic windshield wipers.
I had the strange sense of being in two places at once, wrapped in a mental time machine that never moved; it just tweaked my senses.
Blog of the Day
I'm thinking of renaming this: Blog of the Whatever.
Whatever. What a wonderful word. It is unsubstantial, ephermeral, uncommitted, random, unrealized. It is an answer to the great 'What' questions of life. The simple ones: "What do you want for dinner?" The complex ones: "What is it that you want?"
I'll try it out. I'll taste it on my tongue
I'll take a sip at bedtime
I'll gulp it down in the morning
If it works; great.
If not; well,
Whatever.
Whatever. What a wonderful word. It is unsubstantial, ephermeral, uncommitted, random, unrealized. It is an answer to the great 'What' questions of life. The simple ones: "What do you want for dinner?" The complex ones: "What is it that you want?"
I'll try it out. I'll taste it on my tongue
I'll take a sip at bedtime
I'll gulp it down in the morning
If it works; great.
If not; well,
Whatever.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Blog of the Day
February 22, 2007
Today I haven't blogged in a while, but today I am compelled to blog. Why? I don't know.
I am afraid
You are 12
I am fifty
You are 5’
I am five foot seven
You are 100 pounds
I am one hundred sixty pounds
You are a little girl
I am a grown woman
You have experienced nothing
I have lived a thousand years
Yet
I tremble as you stand before me
My stomach rounds on me
My heart pounds
I am afraid of what you will do
To you.
Today I haven't blogged in a while, but today I am compelled to blog. Why? I don't know.
I am afraid
You are 12
I am fifty
You are 5’
I am five foot seven
You are 100 pounds
I am one hundred sixty pounds
You are a little girl
I am a grown woman
You have experienced nothing
I have lived a thousand years
Yet
I tremble as you stand before me
My stomach rounds on me
My heart pounds
I am afraid of what you will do
To you.
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