Full Circle

Always the heart yearns homeward
to a bed with grooves that remembers you
enfolding us in a soft embrace.
to the favourite mugs
the only ones that make my tea and your coffee
taste right.
to where the shadows are friendly and we can
find our way in the dark.
Full circle,
we have come full circle
and the next revolution
will be a peaceful one.

 

#127

Not a Poem -Update

Dear friends,

just to let you know that the reason the poems have been short lately is that my dear partner had a heart attack and we had to fly out to Edmonton. Good news is that the stent is in and he’s feeling much better. Hope to be home and start the journey to normalcy very soon.

Linda

Ambivalence

I’d like to live an aimless life of purpose
I’d like to travel without leaving home
I’d like to do a lot of things
as long as none of them have strings.
I’d like to meet new people if they’d just leave me alone.

I think I’ll set a goal and then ignore it
Then not bother learning something new
I’ll pack a bag and then forget it
If fate wants to decide I’ll let it
The only thing I’m not ambivalent about is you.

 

#122

This marks one third of the way through my allotted “A Poem a Day for a Year”. How do I feel about that? Actually I’m rather ambivalent about it!

English Lesson #1

“There” is about placement,
“over here, over there.”
“Their” is possessive
“that is yours, this is theirs.”

“They’re” is a contraction
where the apostrophe
replaced the letter “a” because
“They’re” means “They are”, you see.

Very much like “you’re”,
which really means “you are”
not like “your,” possessive,
“my bicycle, your car.”

And then we get to where and were,
to switch them is infernal.
“Where” belongs with “Here and There”
“Were” is “Was”, just plural.

“Then” stands for a place in time
“I’ll go home then, you’ll see.”
“Than” requires comparison
“He’s much taller than me.”

Thank you for your tolerance
of my semantic raving.
But English is my native tongue
and I think that it’s worth saving.

 

#120

About Spring

Spring has sprung the winter pris’ner
from winter’s frigid jail cell. Isn’er
green a sweet refreshing shift
from white on white on…you get the drift.

Spring springs forth in crocus cups
and people have more giddy up
to go and tidy up their lawn
(where, winter long, the dogs have gone)

Spring’s outpourings lie in puddles,
drowning worms, the vernal flood’ll
trickle creepsily into basements
Measuring stuff with displacement.

Spring is full of fits and starts
that gladden and sadden and gladden your heart.
you’re so confused that in the end
Even squelchy mud seems like a friend,

a harbinger of things to come
like hammock time and maybe some
perfect days when sun and breeze are
in perfect balance and the freezer’s

full of fudgicles and T-bone steaks
for barbeques beside the lake.
Yes Spring has sprung and all we hankered for.
We’ll enjoy and prob’ly never thank her for.

#120

Wherever You Go, There You Are.

“Where” is a variable with a value that fluctuates and which
is dependent upon “Who” for its identity.

“Who” is the constant; the immutable permanent;
the common denominator.

If “Where” becomes the constant and “Who” the variable,
“Who” may diminish and chaos may occur.

Some human equations are so constructed that “When”
may appear to be a constant.
But these are exceptional cases
where the value of “Who” is augmented.

“Where” is, and will always be, the variable,
it just may not vary for a long time and when it does,
it may do so with no consideration
for the constant “Who”.

 

#119

…apparently this is what happens when you try to write when you’re still asleep (and when math was not your strongest subject at school!)…