The grass is always greener in another town or state.
Perhaps being a newbie she can start with a clean slate.
She’ll improve her deportment and for sure she will begin
to dress much more sedately. She’ll be neat as a pin.
She’ll insure her own wellbeing by befriending saner folk.
No more life of the party. No more a standing joke.
The other times she pulled up stakes were only practice for
this time, when she swore to them, before she slammed the door,
that she’d make something of herself. They should just wait and see.
This time she’d fall much farther from the family tree.
We hope that she is right and that she doesn’t change her mind
And ask along the self she keeps trying to leave behind.
She felt she was a target for adversity and rued the problems of her life in their immensity.
Each day was a new puzzle produced for her to solve, as though she had to face it in order to evolve.
Her very productivity was challenged day by day— always a new dragon to face and then to slay.
Year after year she dealt with trouble after trouble, each day another needle meant to burst her bubble,
until her forced retirement brought relief at last. No more new dilemmas coming at her fast.
When life that had been speeding by shifted down in gears,
still that feeling of relief she’d waited for for years
always seemed around the bend. Her spirits never soared,
for when her life turned trouble-free, she ended up just bored.
If you’re an avid planner—an agenda sort of man, life seems to have a fondness for screwing up your plan. Ideology is fine so long as you take note that fate seems to have other schemes than life lived out by rote.
Providence is naughty. It thinks irony is divine. It likes to move our decimal points, nudge columns out of line. It screws around with calendars, plays jokes with weather, too. It messes up your Windsor knot, conceals one favorite shoe.
It messes up collections and puts them out of sequence. confuses medication in its timing and its frequence. So if life changes the rules after you think you’ve won, learn what it seeks to teach you: spontaneity is fun!
Prompt words today were collection, avid, ideology and plan.
Why is this flower called a “copa de oro” even when it is purple instead of gold? Perhaps because of that deep heart that glows like a burning cauldron of gold at its center. These vines have grown to cover my jade plant and my studio. They seem in the one photo to be growing higher than the massive palms. Perhaps they are seeking to grow up to the sun that they imitate at their heart of hearts.
(Click on any flower to enlarge all and see their hearts of gold.)
The road of the moon
on the water
is a bridge
to our new self.
When I am ready
to what I was
but the sun
lights a different
and sends my shadow
ahead like a door
I seek to enter.
The oldest moon,
the sun at its birth
or just before its death
create in us
just the suggestion
of a road.
That is why we rise early
for the sunrise,
gather for the sunset,
spill old blood,
at the open moon.
This poem meets both prompts today. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem about a bridge. and the WordPress prompt was “When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who is the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.”
Would passion carry the same voltage
or heartbreak the sting
if from the beginning we knew
that every extreme
brings us a step closer to its opposite?
It is that great pendulum of the I Ching—
that flowing from the yin to yang—
that foretells the fall of great regimes
glorious in their altruism
who, reaching their apex,
must head back again
towards cruel tyranny.
If we’d known this from the start,
each Summer Solstice would become
a day of mourning,
knowing that having reached one summit,
there is no further height to climb to.
And tomorrow, the start of our slow descent
will bring us closer to that other summit
where dark will reign.
Part of the power of youth’s sweet ecstasy
as well as bitter heartbreak is that it seems as though
they’ll last forever.
This is the spice of life.
Its bread comes later,
as we recognize that
changes into its
Since today is June 21, today’s prompt was to write about the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.