Poetry

Your gut.

Your instincts.

Facts.

The law of Murphy.

Gravity?

Or

Science?

Opinions

can be trusted

but,

but,

but,

I don’t think they should be.

It is Milky out there.

Black holes.

Dead stars.

Unknown planets.

Space and beyond.

Infinite possibilities.

Will we win

The chance to reach them?

As the parent

I must accept

that the child is my responsibility

yet her actions

are her own choosing.

How to differentiate them

is harder than it seems.

Some days,

like today,

I know where the fault lies.

So I will accept

my participation

in the ensuing chaos.

Tomorrow,

that is to be dealt with

tomorrow.

I wish to reminisce

but find cynicism instead.

Sarcasm erupts while tributes flow.

Can I ever be happy

with love again?

Or must I wallow

in a fitful delusion

painfully aware

of the remains reality

has given me?

Saint Valentine

was a man

like any other.

Yet because he rebeled

against the Roman leaders

was heralded a Saint.

Signing letters and sending them

“from your Valentine”

in honor of his deeds

is where the trend began for this Holiday.

Yet,

why do we celebrate Martyrs?

I will celebrate my love for the living

and remember,

respect

and honor those before

by being alive

and living my life to the fullest.

Have a happy

and gracious day.

Give your love to those who truly need it.

Including yourself!

If your rights impinge upon mine

Whose freedom

is more important?

Do you get the rights

and freedoms

you feel you deserve?

Or will you realize

you are not alone

in this society?

No one lives alone.

We obey the laws.

Not because we have to

but because we respect others.

We do not harm others

because we fear the law

but because we know the chaos

lawlessness brings.

Fear is not a convoy of hope

but if you want to pretend

you are fighting injustice

I hope

eventually people realize

all you are

truly

is

merely being selfish.

One hundred pennies

Might seem like

They are of the same value

Yet

Pennies are harder

To keep track of.

Lose one here,

Another one there

And soon you no longer have One Hundred.

Then there is the one bad penny

That corrupts more

With each appearance it makes.

So I would rather

Have Four dear friends

Than One hundred Acquaintances.

Things are getting warmer.

The snow is melting.

Temperatures seem to be rising.

Yet the month suggests this is too early.

February is warmer than it should be.

Are we still sure about climate change

because I see the signs all around me.

Incorrigible in the extreme.

Red Flags and Trigger Warnings.

Trolls under the Bridge.

Images of Sunsets and Flowers at Dawn.

Rain colliding with upturned Faces.

Comfort when nothing is said at all.

Nutrients.

Soil connects.

Seeds grow.

Roots branch.

Plants flourish.

Animals eat.

We walk

and dismiss

that beneath our feet.