poem hint of cayenne
going around the corner
there it was
lighter than the lightest green
why’s this poem?
in the pot to feed
twenty-seven teenage boys
a hint of a hint of cayenne
:- Doug.
going around the corner
there it was
lighter than the lightest green
why’s this poem?
in the pot to feed
twenty-seven teenage boys
a hint of a hint of cayenne
:- Doug.
The soul is led and spirit too
by delicious puzzlements
thing to noodle and unravel
on its own so to story
on some sunny snowy day
:- Doug.
Just because he is so kind and gentle
does not mean you ought his face
bludgeon
:- Doug.
Writing for completeness
and yet there’s ever more to add
cast upon compost the rose yet grows
:- Doug.
Today the pressure feels higher, can still be spiritual. Spiritual triage, at least.
:- Doug.
Adventure, the adventure of the living of this life, is a privilege, and I am grateful.
:- Doug.
For what we do not see
am I greedy? Or wanting
with them to meet
that we both
be turned?
:- Doug.
Let us wrestle ourselves out of our left minds into our right, out of lower logic into divine logic, out of rational into poetic.
:- Doug.
I die a thousand times a day every letting out my breath there is no support no assurance my lungs will take another when they do I ought rejoice but do not because I mistakenly expect
another
lilacs turning brown
another spring going
I walk fast
:- Doug.
When we might say “pressure,” let’s say “need for steadiness in caring.” It helps.
:- Doug.