New Wisdom from Old
Words copied from the I Ching
turn new eyes to everything.
Propped up on her vanity,
they preserve her sanity.
for dVerse Poets Tanaga Challenge.
New Wisdom from Old
Words copied from the I Ching
turn new eyes to everything.
Propped up on her vanity,
they preserve her sanity.
for dVerse Poets Tanaga Challenge.
Generational Drift
It’s a symptom of their stage of life,
a product of their age.
Adolescents have to disagree
and posture, pout and rage.
That teenage chemical is now
rampaging through each vein,
bringing self-doubt, embarrassment,
confusion and disdain.
Nothing so discomforting
as advice of a parent.
Teens crave emancipation,
but go through with it? They daren’t.
They may neglect their family time
in favor of their friends.
The list of what is wrong with you?
Somehow it never ends.
If you could just dress better,
they might find it easier to
admit you were their parents
when they run into you.
But as it is they meet your eye,
their own eyes simply narrowing.
They walk by like a stranger.
To address you would be harrowing.
You rip your jeans and cut your hair
so it looks freshly tumbled,
but you cannot please them.
If you try, you will be humbled.
“Gross,” they’ll say, “You’re not a kid,
so why attempt to be one?”
But if you keep your present look,
they’ll say that you are no fun.
How can one be as old as you
and not know anything?
For their advice, they’ll go online
to consult the I Ching.
Ouiji boards and seances
bring advice from the past.
It seems words really ancient
contain more of a blast.
So parents, do not anguish
if you can’t reach your at-hand kids,
Just wait ’til you have passed away
and talk to your great-grandkids!
The prompt today is symptom.

Good Fortune
How lucky I’ve been in the bad luck I’ve had,
for no matter how dangerous, life-threatening, bad,
I’ve always come out both alive and still kicking
whenever my life chose to give me a licking.
The prompt word today is luck.
“The World Swings Towards its Opposite”
Often we’re made by what we lack.
White stands out better against black.
A child’s hand against your hand
often helps you understand
how prepared the human zoo
is to go on without you.
The world keeps balancing its act,
although we often rue the fact.
A child is born? Another must
make room by turning back to dust.
And every time we try to change this,
nature steps in to rearrange us.
Pestilence, earthquake and flood
offset new birth by spilling blood.
Ebola, aids, dengue, the flu
are, alas, only a few
of nature’s horrors that balance joys.
Cold and hot and girls and boys,
feast and famine, rain and shine,
mountain, valley, fresh water, brine––
contrast is what defines our world.
Every “knit one” must be pearled.
The truth in this election year
is one that I have come to fear,
for just as prejudice seemed cured,
our world has turned back to absurd.
Obamacare may be replaced
with a plan that’s more debased.
Hatred and misogyny
may be the next thing that will be
inflicted upon our brave world
that reels under each new ill hurled
before cycling back to light,
healing from each horrid blight.
Who seeks to “Trump” our earthly hand,
is one hand closer to being canned!
“. . . when anything reaches its maximum potential, it turns toward its opposite.”
–(translation of a principle stated in the i ching.)
If you want tohttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/contrast/
Yin and Yang
I wrote about Yin and Yang in a much earlier post that hardly any of my present followers read. Go here to read that poem: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2014/06/21/changing-lines/