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Doing the Mindless

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When I’m confused or tired,
sick, or sad, or hurting,
I look for something mindless,
familiar, and diverting.

A book I’ve read a dozen times
a movie memorized
to the point where I can quote
everybody’s lines.

A puzzle with big pieces,
songs I know by heart,
things where I am confident
that I can do my part.

Yes, I like to do the mindless
every now and then
and give my mind a rest
before diving in again

to wrestle with conundrums
life litters ‘long the way.
Yes, I think I’ll take a break
and ‘Do the Mindless’ today.

 

#237

My Cloak of Bravery

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How is it that you
can look into my eyes and
see strength and courage

But when I look in
the mirror all I see is
fear and cowardice?

It must be a trick
of the light and you’re seeing
your own reflection.

If I wear a cloak
of bravery, it’s because
you wrapped it ‘round me.

 

#236

Wake Up Now Dreamer

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Wake up now dreamer
leave your nightmare far behind
know that you are loved.

Wake up now dreamer
your life is waiting for you
to catch up to it.

Wake up now dreamer
bad dreams are not sticks or stones
they cannot hurt you.

Wake up now dreamer
always I’ve been by your side
always I will be.

 

#235

Say What?

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Bees that buzz and cats that purr
and tiny little hummingbirds
apparently forgot the words
to their respective songs.

Bees drone on as if demented
cats purr to show that they’re contented
hummingbirds hum without relenting
as they fly along.

I wonder what they all would say
if words replaced the noises they
generally make all day
instead of mantra mumblings.

I imagine that the bees
would sound much like Yosemite
Sam, in low obscenities,
growling and grumbling.

The cat, I’m seriously willing to bet,
would chant the language of Tibet,
his Zen-like trance enticing pets
from humans passing by.

And, finally, the little hummer
whose wings beat like a manic drummer
would complain that it’s a bummer
to work so hard to fly.
#233

Faerie Nest

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Some flowers attract humming birds
and others attract bees
and some attract the airy butterflies.
I’d like to plant a flower bed,
not for aught of these,
but to attract the faeries fluttering by.

What flowers would a faerie like
and would they even grow here?
I’ve searched all my garden books in vain.
But if I were a faerie I’d
prefer the wild pink roses
to peonies all draggled in the rain.

I’d have a cloak of pussy willow,
a dress of coralroot,
and slippers from the wild blue columbine.
I’d not need imported blooms
to make a happy home
a thimbleberry bush would be just fine.

So keep your bees and butterflies
and keep your humming birds.
They’re lovely, but I’m off upon a quest
to find a faerie garden hidden
deep within the woods
and see a faerie’s wild flower nest.

 

#232

Perfection

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Perfect days are few and many
depending on the view and any
baggage we imbue them with
and the colour of our glasses.

Perfect days are many and few
particularly when we cue
our reactions to the clues
purported by the masses.

So take the many and lose the few
like lucky pennies ‘neath your shoe
Perfect days are point of view
and too easily forgot.

Yes, lose the few and take the many
the way is strewn with diamonds when we
look at life anew perfection’s
easier than we thought.

 

#231

Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free

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I rose this morn with a silly song
wending through my noggin’.
It echoed ‘round, lobe to lobe,
my memory all a’joggin’.

and Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
was the absurd refrain.
Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
bouncing ‘round my brain.

Now I like dill and dumplings too
as much as anyone
But can’t imagine why I’d think
to put them in a song!

and Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
was the crazy chorus
Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
the words do nothing for us

but confuse the questions, like
why are the dumplings free?
and why can’t I recall the verse
or what it means to me?

Oh Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
I’m doomed to sing the rhyme
Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
if I sing it enough times

Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
you’ll catch the contagion
Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
in your imagination.

Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
tomorrow, the ditty spreads
and Dilly Dilly Dumpling Free
will be echoing in your heads!

 

#229

Self Preservation in the Office Environment

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Birds fly away
bears defend
‘possoms play dead
and chameleons blend.

I have no wings,
I am not strong,
I fidget too much
to play dead long.

So I guess I’ll blend
but please don’t blab it,
I’m over here disguised
as a filing cabinet.

 

#228

The Caragana Hedge

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A Caragana hedge is a fine thing if you need
a fast growing border; a foliage filter to
shut out a less than scenic view or to
break the wind’s stride.

 Our Caragana hedge did none of these things.
Tall, thick and thorny, impassible, impossible
to keep trimmed. It was an illogical barrier
trailing self importantly along the driveway,
the arbitrary divide that cut off my view of the gardens.

Yesterday we took the chainsaw to the caragana
we wore gloves and lined the truck box with a tarp
to protect ourselves and the paint job from clawing branches,
then we hauled them down to the burning pile.
It took four trips. They fought us
and each other going into the truck
but slid out as a solid tangle, clinging to each other.

The Caragana hedge, stumps flush to the ground,
is less than a memory now.
We sit back and look across the yard,
something we’ve never done before, and we ask each other
“Why didn’t we do this years ago?”
“Why didn’t we do this years ago?”

 

#226