Imagine, if you will,
calm: no conflict, just listening
and comprehending.
Then reality
cannot be far behind. This
is thoughtfulness forged.
Burning in the mind;
just before the idea is hammered;
our eyebrows get singed.
This is the future
when Truth Social will post
only Haikus. Thus.
When i think back on days gone by
bright moments rise in my mind's eye:
sunny rays on a worn porch floor
warming us as we explored chords
to a new song while children played
ping pong and puppies chase
each other and woodchucks
near the cairn with pluck.
And while we strum our friend
walks in with some new chore
that becomes a game that builds
a pier, or shed, or oven fired
with fondest memories. Inspired
thus, we made them all; afterwards both proud and sore.
And at day's end, having made all these,
with instruments we gathered round and sung ourselves to peace.
