In the dream
I was Bugs Bunny;
but not as smart,
nor as funny.
(September 30, 2023)
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New World
by
(the world reversed— Rider-Waite)
A broken dance is still
the dance. Where I finished
is where I am, without motion.
I arrived at a misunderstanding
of my misunderstandings late:
the promised ecstatic secrets fell
into a heap of exhausted rags,
no chain of roses to hold me close.
Everyone I know have already left.
There is no divinity in this vision;
I am at least that cognizant.
Silence is only silence. I am
intoxicated with joy, and dread
the stagnant pain of morning.
(September 28, 2023)
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Cusp
by
(ten of pentacles, reversed, Rider-Waite)
We face each other. You look
into the house, I to the outside.
Beneath an unrelenting sun,
the streets are hot and bright.
Inside, the house is cool and dark;
the dogs spread across the tiles.
Local lords flash knives like smiles,
while risking other people’s lives.
We stand here at the threshold;the door is open. With one step,
we enter the square, or the warmth
and comfort of the house.
In the air between us, a coin spins,
and we wait, without moving.
(September 26, 2023)
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Following Bread Crumbs
The sun appears to rise
or fall, which is which
depends, as so much else
with our world, upon one’s
metaphorical point of view.
The earth, like us, just rolls
along its elliptical pulling
away from the sun while
simultaneously falling back,
into a stronger gravitational
field— an easy enough image,
if one desires, for a parent
and child, except that is not
what this poem is about.
Any more than it is about
Ben Franklin’s apocryphal
chair, or Dr. Williams’ red wheel
barrow, which were, as you noticed
no doubt, alluded to in the first
few broken lines at the beginning
of of this poem, before being
relegated to an empty trail
that somehow lead toward
this cave covered in mist
that we cannot enter.
(September 25, 2023)
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trouble’s end
by
anxiety, awareness, change, haiku, happiness, meditation, metaphor, optimism, poetry, retirement, tarot, time, transition, zen
(three of wands reversed, Rider Waite)
the morning opens
clear and calm after a night’s
long thunderous storm
(September 22, 2023)
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How Does One Recover From One’s Own Life?
by
(four of swords, Rider-Waite)
The trees, exhausted and crisp,
drop leaves into summer heat
as perfunctory offerings
to unforgiving gods. A red mist
rises from fresh flesh in the bowl,
leaving a dry remorse to feed upon
as I grow old and frail, and any
residual laughter left falters.
Unlike an old bear hibernatingthrough a slow winter’s thaw;
nor dormant grass growing
green again after summer’s heat,
I fall into language knowing,
even now, it is not enough.
(September 12, 2023)
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Being and Time
by
there is no time now
I no longer need to be
somewhere else but here
(September 5, 2023)
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Doors Open and Shut
by
(four haiku with a tanka couplet)
She knocks on the door,
a simple gentle tapping:
Why am I afraid?
Again, she arrives.Her cup is never empty.
Dare I take a sip?
Fish swim in this lake.Do they know they’re in water?
Do I know I’m here?
Would I understandif the fish started to speak?
They don’t, so I don’t.
I take a deep breath, then sigh:Happiness is not a verb.
(August 30, 2023)
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Time Enough
by
(the page of cups, rider-white)
Since I retired, I am asked what it is
I will do, where I will be traveling,
as if I must have an itemized list
which must quickly be dispatched each morning.
This morning after walking with Maisiebefore the heat became unbearable,
I made breakfast for Lisa and myself,
ate, then drank a leisurely second cup—
Time’s no longer a leather whip and chain:the tight drive to work down I-35,
while mapping out the duties for the day,
the constant need for needless minutia.
There is time enough to read, and to write.There is time enough to be happy—
(August 24, 2023)
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Life’s Rich Pageant
(nine of cups—aquarian)
This morning’s light
flits shadows,
like a tongue along skin,
over the orchid
on the side table.
Outside the window,
a breeze lightly
ruffles the ivy
on the walls
like cat’s fur.
Today on our walk
around the park,
the dog stopped
frequently
to smell the earth
for rich scents.
Upon our return,
I pour a second cup
of dark roasted coffee,
then sit out on the porch—
to watch the trees
pulse beneath
the cloudless sky
free from metaphor’s
constant desire
for translation.
(August 17, 2023)
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Barefoot and Profligate
(five of pentacles, reversed—Rider-Waite)
I stand outside a frozen circle;
the sun shatters the air here.
I still use crutches to lean upon;yet soon, they too will collapse.
My walls have fallen to ruins,no need anymore for exits.
The world is a door locked inside.There is no way back.
(August 15, 2023)
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Self-Inflicted
by
(page of cups, reversed—Aquarian)
Someone knocks. I go.
No one is there,
except for a mirror.
As a form of seduction,I lie to myself
again, then again.
I dress the woundwith doubts and desires;
it opens wider.
Like a fish on shoregasping for breath,
unable to move,
I tell myselfeverything’s okay;
knowing, it is not.
(August 13, 2023) -
Happiness is a Myth
(ten of cups, reversed— Marseilles)
Each morning now,
the heat rises
like an angry bear
savaging
the humid air,
as the earth cracks
beneath wisps
of dry grass.
Last night’s
wine glass
lies broken
melodramatically
near her chair.
Beneath the table,
bits of feathers
languidly
blow past
the sleeping cat.
(August 8, 2023)
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In My Beginning
(the magician, Aquarian)
to Isaac, age 6a wind chime hangs
in anticipation
beneath an arbora workbench arrayed
almost casuallywith a circular motion
he scoops balls of airinto the swirling clouds
like galaxies fleeingfrom each other
he flutters aboutafter each sparkly bit
all of the elementsall of the senses
all the myriad disciplinesswarm within and without
in an ever-expanding horizonwhich binds him in time
between the bluest skyand the spinning earth
(August 5, 2023)
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Learning to Write
by
(Page of Cups, reversed, Rider-Waite)
as a boy I believed
my self-deceptions
and hid within them
I wrote, seducingmyself with lies
of happiness
like thin snakesmy doubts curled
within each cup
each what-if cuta new line
through old flesh
until I stooda lacework of blood
upon a silent shore
(August 2, 2023)
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