Life is full of momentous moments that overshadow and render trivial daily existance.  Those moments are fleeting and soon relegated to photo albums and 'remember when'.  When they're packed away, we're left with today and tomorrow and a listlessness hard to overcome.

And one of my favorite quotes of all time. I  don't remember who said it, but the fact that I remember it tells you how much I like it.
"TV is a medium because it is neither rare, nor well done."
Some days I think most writing suffers the same faults.

If the moon had a bad day
didn't get out of bed
lied on its side
and sighed
would you notice?
There are benefits
to being a
round.

I always put new poems away overnight and then reread in the morning. I like this. A lot. Perhaps minor tweakage will follow but I'm very happy with it. I love all the double meanings.

Hmmm, maybe I'll try (Revision):

If the moon had a bad day
wouldn't get out of bed
lied on its side
and sighed
would anyone notice?
There are fringe benefits
to being
a
round.

Formatting

I've been asked to post revisions as new posts instead of editing the old. Apparently you don't have time to read through the old stuff and you need instant gratification. I'm willing to compromise; if it's a final revision I'll do a new post. If you miss a revision and find it later, think of it as finding money in your coat pocket in the fall. Everyone loves that, right?

Love you all, thanks for reading. Feel free to put down your thoughts or send me an email anytime :)

Oh, and the italics were a suggestion as well. Apparently some of you are reading (drunk perhaps?) and have a hard time telling if it's a poem or me just rambling. I'm trying not to be offended and hope this helps.

Doubles

Everyone lies during sex
she whispered
'Don't you?'


I'm getting to the point where I really need to go back and revamp some previous stuff, but hell, when the words come it's stupid to not write. So I guess this is a poor 'apology' for all the roughs but also a warning that it probably (hopefully) won't get better anytime soon.

Don't waste today worrying about yesterday.

Revision 1:

There isn't a craft
secured
bobbing
moored to my pier.

The hungry seagulls
circle
searching
before moving on.

Quiet evenings
are sparse --
the moon
is patient tonight.

______________________

There isn't a boat
secured
moored
cabled to my pier.
The hungry seagulls
circle
inspect --
before moving on.
Quiet evenings
are sparce --
the moon
is patient tonight.

Mortar

Every now and then I'm hit with the absurdity and beauty of the English language. Is it any wonder I find it hard to put it away?

Mortar:
Cup or bowl, used with a pestle to grind things.
Mixture used to bind
And then, of course, mortar shells.

I'm sure I'm forgetting at least one definition. I think there's a poem in there, somewhere ;)

Windmill

**Rough first draft**

You're too good to me,
and for me,
but sometimes I forget
for awhile.
Then your subtle breeze
turns north, gathers strength
and from the arctic you come.
You blast through
the facade of everyday
I have hastily erected
and I am yet again
blown away
by you.

Tomorrow, I will
lay another stone.

I have learned nothing but this;
it is all there is to know:
this storm will not blow through.

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Nuthatches

Revision 1:

If you had been here
to see the birds
scatter
flee, fly
away in pure panic
this morning --
then, perhaps
you could envision
this weight in my chest
and you would know
that I could not
go
even if I had wings.


**Original**
If you had seen the birds
scatter
flee, fly
away
in pure panic
this morning--
then, only then
could you understand
this weight in my chest
and then, perhaps
you would understand
why I couldn't
go
even if I had wings.