The scruff of my imagination
Catch me by the scruff of my
Imagination
And I will lead you where you want to go!
:- Doug.
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Our plane and square
To true up our center of it all
Our plane and square are
Imagination and Grief
:- Doug.
The new 4-H
The new 4-H:
Hand and Heart wholly respected
Wholly engaged
Each fully Heard
Heard in public, Heard in private
Wholly pondered
Heard so much our
Hands must act out love in
Work
:- Doug.
No per centage in hating
There is no per centage in hating
Anyone—least of all a group—
In cutting off
Our possibilities,
Yours
:- Doug.
Why the difference made by the road less travelled?
Why the difference made
By the road less traveled?
For you, too?
Just the obvious—
Other scenery?
Quieter?
Faster? Higher?—
Or perhaps there is a less noticed—
The family of deer,
The groundhog rarely seen,
The wild turkey, the birds great and
Small, the birdlets gathered
At the feeders, and serenading,
Chattering unseen,
Speaking to me some
Messages to be deciphered—
For you, too?
An unusual way to see
A joke to tell
An oddity to notice
A change inside my consciousness
Sometimes
An unusual way to be seen
And what if that transfers
To those around and they see
More than we
And show others?
Poetry is one such road
The professions
Any work or play
We open to
Engage awarely
Infinite roads
Eternally awaiting
Less traveled by
For you, too?
:- Doug.
How do I lose you? Let me count—
Let me count—
After once seeing you I might die
You could walk away
My heart might grow cold to you
One of us in old age forgets,
Only remembers the long away
Laughing children
Comforting arms
Wonderful meals
Over smiles or tears
(It mattered little)
Lovers embracing
Strangers ahh-hahing at the same instant
It is a we task
We are to see to it
I do not lose you
You do not lose me
:- Doug.
I set before you life and death….
I set before you life and death. Choose…one of the 40 million and one flavors of life!
:- Doug.
The party set out
The party set out
on the sea
called Hate
and I walked to shore
while I could
no longer a Republican
:- Doug.
in the telling Told
How we hold
the conversation
about living
while we’re dying
tells about us
How we invite
the conversation
tells about us
Where we
don’t go
The stories
we tell
The stories
we won’t have
All these
our story
in the telling
Told
:- Doug.
Watercolor wonder
watercolor:
two birds
single color backdrop
wonder:
are birds, rocks,
trees, people
gatherings of
folds of
all there is?
:- Doug.
God in but not out
God in
the trees and rocks and people of the world
the eating and conversing and picketing
the confusion and joys
the joy of confusion
shot through, interwoven
the fields, the winds
not beyond but still
all this
inseparable by men or God
God in but not out
a likely story
:- Doug.
Que sera, sera?
Why do we have battles with cancer
or whatever is going to take us?
Why do we insist on fighting our bodies
what remains of our living?
Did we ever own que sera, sera?
:- Doug.
Snoops
Only from our fellow citizens
can we now hope
to protect our privacy
but not more than slow down
our own government’s snoops
unless
just perhaps
we love our enemies
so we have none
:- Doug.
The dove on the branch quietly
The dove on the branch quietly
looks at me looking at the dove
on the branch quietly and I wonder
about God
:- Doug.
