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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