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Weathering the Weather

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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

Past Perfect?

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If I could remember the future
the way I remember the past
perhaps I could make alterations
to plans and find true peace at last.

But then, upon further reflection
I recall that my memory is flawed,
I often recall, over fondly,
things that never happened at all,

or places and names are all fuzzy
and my actions may not have been quite
as heroic as I now recall them,
in edited, rosy hindsight.

So if I remembered the future
the way I remember the past
I’d probably make alterations
that would set me right down on my ass.

We can’t change the past, that’s a given
but we can change the future, I guess.
just not in a way that we can control.
without making a terrible mess.

 

#197

Insomnia

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Standing barefoot on the edge of the ocean
waves pounding, ocean heartbeat calling me
to sleep and yet my eyes
will not close.
Slowly,  the surf eats away the sand
beneath my feet
grain by grain undermining
my body’s resolve to stay awake until,
my foundation dissolved, I crumble
into exhaustion only to rise again,
red eyed and unrefreshed to
face the waves once more.

 

#196

Eh is For Canadian

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Eh is for Canadian
Bee – A group working towards a common goal.
Sea – For sailing, or fishing, but not for oil spills.
Dee – A hummy little sound we make if we forget the words to a song.

E – What is said upon encountering a mouse
EF – What is said when hammering a thumb
GEE – The clean version of EF
AICH – Is generally followed by  “e, double hockey sticks”, signifying vexation.

I – A word that is generally used far too much by everyone.
JAY – Birds that come in blue, grey, or Canada.
KAY – Means you agree.
EL – The French version of  ‘H’

EM – The subject of many directives “Go get’em!”
EN – The sign on your car until you get a real drivers license.
OH – An outburst signifying awe, or confusion, or irritation, or … Oh, well, it’s an outburst of some sort.

PEE – Oh for Heaven’s sake, everyone knows what PEE is!
CUE – A hint or a prompt, or perhaps a prompt hint.
ARE – We think therefore we are.
ESS – A type of curve you would be best to slow down for.

TEA – OH! Yes please, and perhaps a few biscuits too?
YOU – Used almost as frequently as “I”, generally followed by “should”.
VEE – A group of flying geese.
DOUBLE YOU – Your twin sister or brother.

EX – The person who now owns your house, car, and most of your paycheque in perpetuity.
WHY – Because
ZED – Yes, you heard me, ZED! ‘Cause we’re Canadian EH (see first line).

 

#195

Red on Green on Blue

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                                              I’d
                                           like to
                                      fly a bright
                                        red kite
                                          upon
                                          a
                                       sky
                                   of
                           blue
                                 and
                                       if
                                    it
                                     tangled
                                                 in
                                              a
                                       tree
                                I’ll tell  you
                                what I’d do.
                                   I’d   not
                                      tug
                                       or
                                      pull
                                  it down.
I’d just enjoy the view. Of red on green on blue.

 

#193

The Cat Soleeta Lee

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Last night I dreamed I met a cat
named Soleeta Lee,
and something in her manner seemed
familiar to me.

To look into her eyes which were hazel
like my own
was to look into a mirror and find
someone else at home.

Now it seems less like a dream and
more a memory
of another life when I may have been
the cat, Soleeta Lee.

 

#190

The Path I’m On

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I’ve been looking for myself since I was just a child
and I don’t think I’ve found myself quite yet.
I’ve reinvented several times with very mixed results
some good, some I prefer to just forget.

Certain aspects have been saved others have been dropped
Some gradually and some like they’re on fire.
All have served to narrow down the choices that I’ve made
continuing the search for something higher

than the path I’m walking now although at times it seems
maybe I am doing this all wrong
and instead of looking for another path to me
I should pay attention to the path I’m on.

 

#189