You have been attentive, writing in your journal
Don’t hide your theoretical bent
Don’t be afraid of contradictions
Open yourself to new patterns
Your mind, with time, will find the relevance
Kindness is part of a larger universe
All of us is given a key
We only have to find it.
A child looks up at the ceiling
With a lighted crystal chandelier
Her face in a thousand reflections.
the beach is crowded with parasols
hundreds are inside movie theaters
triple digit temperature outside
Polysyllabic contortions of the mind
Emotions climbing a spiral staircase
Not lacking in uncertainties
Let’s prepare a mixture of strawberries
And peaches, topping it with ice cream
For dessert to calm your mind.
note: gate entrance to Blenheim Palace
She brings home photos
ferns along a mountain stream
dirty boots.
Simply because of wrinkles
disadvantage or a question
hazy juxtaposition
note: I’m trying to write a pangram.
Weigh each word like gold
cobblestones and rutabaga
a poem is born
in society, we are bees,
good followers
and naughty.
I meet a lot of grandparents talking
Of their grandchildren. They want to impart
a certain part of them. A curiosity may be
and courage for the unknown
Start when young, they say
when mind is so receptive.
The ideals and the absurd
We have to choose one when arriving at the crossroads
The place where we diverge and where life begins.
I am on my way home.
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