Monthly Archives: December 2018

Breaking Tradition

Breaking Tradition

A tradition is a habit that we’re loath to break,
a memory that our hearts continue stubbornly to make.
It is our continuity, our chain link to the past.
We make a resolution that it’s always going to last.

And yet our lives must segue to what future we might grow.
We cannot drag the past with us wherever we may go
lest it become a ball and chain that keeps us from what may 
be an opportunity that may come our way.

Traditions are so comforting. They deal with what has been.
They make tiny departures seem a sort of sin,
but sometimes they just hold us back, keep us from being free,
and we must let loose of tradition to see what we can be.

Revenge can be tradition and one that’s hard to break,
causing backward facing hearts to fester and to ache.
As hard as it may be for us to turn around and heal,
it’s the only course that may enable us to feel.

When we peel away tradition, it gives hearts room to grow.
We plant seeds of new memories and tend them row on row.
The garden of our consciousness so fertile and so vast
that there is room for new traditions as alluring as the past.


The words of the day are segue, revenge, resolution and traditions.

CLUTCHING AT FREEDOM – Marilyn Armstrong — Serendipity – Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth

I want everything to last forever. When I buy a television, I don’t expect to ever buy another one. I will keep using the old one until it simply won’t work anymore … or someone gently tells me that I really need a new one. “Oh,” I say, “But I just bought this one.” “You […]

via CLUTCHING AT FREEDOM – Marilyn Armstrong — Serendipity – Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth

Out with the Old

Out with the Old

When I plant that New Year’s kiss,
just what is it I’m going to miss?

I certainly won’t miss the news,

which has not failed to unamuse.

I will not miss my aches and pain,
lest I invite them back again.

I will not miss the expense and cares
occasioned by my roof repairs.

I will not miss my aged appearance
or my young cat’s disappearance.

I’m looking forward, all-in-all
to having no regrets at all.

I’ll take my year unmarked, uncreased, 
with all past worries now released.


For Daily Inkling’s New Year’s Kiss prompt.

Soul’s Assurance


Soul’s Assurance

Modern advertising urges
we participate in splurges,
touting “things” as means of pleasures
not obtained by other measures.

But our pursuit of all these things
does not give our spirits wings.
Sometimes we just seem bound in them.
Happiness can’t be found in them.

Satisfaction can’t be bought.
That house, that diamond or that yacht
Are merely consolation prizes
that come in many different sizes.

Love can’t be slipped upon a finger.
Houses get sold and yachts don’t linger.
The only thing you get to keep
is what lies buried dark and deep

within yourself—that deep assurance
that is your heart and soul’s  insurance
that it’s been swollen by your life
instead of stolen by your life.

The prompts made use of in this post were pursuit and splurge.

The Real Dirt





The Real Dirt

Dirt has had, since its inception,
an unfair place in our conception—
a thing for us to rail against
and throw the laundry pail against.

Dirty thoughts are seen as rude,
and yet dirt grows our daily food.
Without it, we would flail and totter.
Impossible to walk on water!

The prompt words today are dirt and inception.

Life in the Abstract


Life in the Abstract

. . .  has more temptations,
fewer rules and more vacations.
Responsibility’s not a goal.
It has more texture, has more soul.
Life, as imagined, has more shiver.
More tiramisu and less liver.
More giggling and foolishness.
Less lecturing and mulishness.
Oh, that life could be less literal.
More exciting and more clitoral!

The prompt words today are abstract, responsibility, goal and temptation.