Sunday, April 21, 2024

Threadbare poems. Used.

You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf. 

Jon Kabat-Zinn

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This is another day of blue sky and delight
Is that the voices of my now adult children
Laughing on the sweet autumn breeze
Is that my wife's tender smile
Above me in the soft, white clouds
Love is a feather floating down to us from the sky
The universe is a gleam in my granddaughter's eye
If it all ended to day what will I have missed
Nothing
This is another day of blue sky and delight

James Lee Jobe


Ionut Caras


Let’s say that your poems wear old Wellington boots and walk through mud on the way to the market. At the market people buy these poems even though they are rather worn and dirty. Frayed at the ends. Threadbare poems. Used. Let’s say that the hopes of your early years are not the hopes you have now. Once you wanted so much, but now? Some sleep. A day where things don’t hurt so much. What things? Your feet. Your empty house. In fact, let’s say that the sun skips your house today, all the other houses have sunshine. Not yours. Let’s say that it is time for goodbye. Let’s say you have become a memory.

James Lee Jobe



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