Sicksth Sense

I begin to think some people go deaf in self defence
and perhaps the same extends to the other four senses.
As noise becomes unbearable, do we just shut it out
and sacrifice the birdsongs as well as the shouts?

And though we’d lose caresses too, do we insulate our skin
from the constant push and shove we immersed ourselves in?
When dietary guidelines become too much of a chore
do we decide food isn’t very interesting anymore?

Would we forego the wild rose scent just so we could shun
the smell of car exhaust and garbage rotting in the sun?
When flashing lights and gory sights make us close our eyes
will we forget to open them to a rainbow or sunrise?

It’s tempting, oh so tempting, to shut down in self defence
but I won’t because I got a message from my sixth sense
that says to make my sensory receptors more selective,
like sponges for the good stuff, for the bad stuff like reflectors.

 

#209

Joy Forevermore

Today I cast my spirit to the wind,
I ride along the currents
and slide across the skies
until I feel the love beneath me pull me in
and join the other happy hearts
who toast the groom and bride.
May your love give you wings
and a safe nest that brings
you joy forevermore.

 

#208

for Paul and Chantalle on their wedding day, wish I could be there.

No to Yes

  1. (N+11)+(O-10)+S
    or
  2. First letter: Remove first line and reattach at the base where the other two lines intersect.
    Second letter: cut into circle, reattach one end approximately 1/3 of the way along the other end.
    Third letter: add s
    or
  3. Have reasonable expectations.

#204

A bit of a poetic puzzle I guess.

Can You Tell Me the Time?

I hereby revoke
time’s untimely yoke
and assert that time travel
is mine to invoke.

If clocks can be set
back or forward, I bet
I could set a calendar
without much regret.

And the time that I choose
would be mine to reuse
or rethink, or relive,
to gain or to lose.

A million years will go by
past the day that I die
and I’ll meet myself travelling
and ask for the time.

#201

My Brain – Part V

Well, I’m thinking it looks a lot tidier in here now.

Maybe

You sound doubtful. Look around, the decks have been pretty much
cleared and everything is squared away.

This is a brain, not a battleship.

Same difference.

Have you looked in there?

The closet?

Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re going to fall for the old “I cleaned my room by stuffing everything into the closet” routine?

Really? You think she just stuffed everything in there?

Do you want to open the door?

Not anymore, I don’t.

Look, all I’m saying is she may not be finished yet. I don’t think we should put the battleship…. I mean the brain, into full service until we’re sure.

So, what, a couple more weeks?

Yeah, at least. And maybe we should drop off a few more of those big orange trash bags. It might encourage her to clean out the closet.

 

#200

My Brain – Part I
My Brain – Part II
My Brain – Part III
My Brain – Part IV

Weathering the Weather

We spend ten months complaining the weather’s too cold
and a month that the weather’s too hot.
And the couple of weeks that occur in between
Are the closest to perfect we’ve got.

Is there any place anywhere here on this earth
where the weather’s predictably fine
and the primary topic of all conversation
isn’t whether the sun’s gonna shine?

I’m tired of being climatically-centric
I will not indulge speculation
The weather’s not altered by my puny input,
or by my  anticipation.

So starting today Weather’s all on her own,
Don’t talk to me of predictions.
Short range forecasts are just wishful thinking
and long range are just science fiction.

There’s no sense in discussing the weather, my friend,
It’s not like we have any say.
The only thing we can be certain of is that
there’s sure to be some kind of weather today.

 

#198