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Ponderable and poem for Friday, September 5, 2008

2008-09-05T06:38:45Z

For later flowers, if we but endure,
misfortune makes a good manure.
My Soul Is Something
My soul is something like a train,
switching, speeding, crawling, switching back.
It backs up sometimes to remind itself of forwardness.
My soul is something like a prism,
bending God's light in a billion-colored spectral show.

Ponderable and poem for Thursday, September 4, 2008

2008-09-04T07:20:14Z

The ground keeps us bound, but the sky tells us why.
Plowhorse
My horse and I are brothers,
and the morning sun knows why.
Within my horse resides
a soul, I'm pretty sure--
more wisdom than just to strain
and turn brown fields to black.
I'd guess this horse was human
in ages before the Ice,
but now for some dim reason

Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, September 2, 2008

2008-09-02T06:07:46Z

Rainbows are around us all the time, but it may take a very dark cloud to
make one appear.
_____
When Poems Are Still
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It is calm of times now,
poems having disappeared like a mist.
Yesterday's nagging scintillations
that promised a tryst of wordings

Ponderable and poem for Monday, September 1, 2008

2008-09-01T05:59:18Z

Religions seem to hook into different parts of the sky.
_____
Turvy
I rise to sleep
some bliss to take
then fall awake
to earn my keep.

_____

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Ponderable and poem for Sunday, August 31, 2008

2008-08-31T06:23:50Z

Sooner or later one's purpose in life comes pushing up through one's
mistakes like a delicate flower blooming in a trash heap.
_____
Seeking until Found
There is a footless path,
a carless road,
a planeless flight
to a placeless mountain
within.
When focused on our outer joys
we seek after things that weigh or thrill,

Ponderable and poem for Saturday, August 30, 2008

2008-08-30T06:33:23Z

To count marbles: one, two, three, four. To count humans: one, one, one,
one.
_____
Thoughtlets for a Quiet Mood
Our Origin
Either:
No one knows our origin, or
No one knows who knows our origin, or
People know people who know our origin and I'm not one of them.
Even so, perhaps the mystery of our origin has a solution that is in plain

Ponderable and poem for Friday, August 29, 2008

2008-08-29T06:11:53Z

An opinion without self-interest is as rare as self-interest without an
opinion.
_____
Suburban Reverie
Watering the flowers,
I happen to think of
all the famous authors
working on their newest
books.
Mowing the yard,
I wonder how the
great mathematicians
can prove their theorems
even with computers.

Ponderable and poem for Thursday, August 28, 2008

2008-08-28T06:05:10Z

We develop a fondness for people we help.
_____
Music from Hannah
When Hannah comes over to visit our place,
She fetches our old violin from its case
And places it under her chin to be played
With its missing E-string and its horsehair all frayed.
Under Hannah Moore's unafraid, amateur touch,
The violin squeals and scratches so much

Ponderable and poem for Wednesday, August 27, 2008

2008-08-27T05:13:41Z

Competition is the ego's journey; contemplation, the soul's.
_____
Moon and Mars Conjunct
Walking at night
to the corner mailbox,
breathing deeply of
cool September air,
I look up and see
Mars by the full moon,
quiet friends,
like a tiny garnet
by a round opal
set in the sky's
planetary ring.
A carful of teenage girls

Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, August 26, 2008

2008-08-26T06:34:03Z

If the future is infinite, mortality may be a passing fad.
_____
Midnight in Midwinter
Just the finest trace of snow fell
unseen yet tingly on my face,
and the streets were whitening under
a semi-coating of this semi-snow.
I knew the moon was up there but
clouds were having their way.
I walked familiar streets,

Ponderable and poem for Monday, August 25, 2008

2008-08-25T08:00:40Z

We are often blinded by what we can see, or paralyzed by what we can do.
_____
Two Windows
Please
don't be
fooled by
what you
think you
see through
that window.
Nothing is there.
What to see
is inside
the seen.
Out there
is a parade
of decay
and illusion.
Inside, where
seeing is whole,
waits a beauty

Ponderable and poem for Sunday, August 24, 2008

2008-08-24T06:17:03Z

The best wars never start, and all the others last far too long.
_____
A Haiku Quilt for Y2K
My house is burning--
a neighbor has brought coffee
which tastes excellent.
***
Hill of snowy pines--
has anyone let you know
about Y2K?
***
A falling red leaf
lightly taps my left shoulder.

Ponderable and poem for Saturday, August 23, 2008

2008-08-23T06:16:33Z

Imposing virtue upon others is like trying to paint raindrops.
_____
A Meditation
In the where of almost
lies more somejoy
than define inchly gives.
Streamtake and heartgive
are so many too softness
for headly grasp to box.
If seldom all many center
in one boundless allitude,
one oneity can still still.

Ponderable and poem for Friday, August 21, 2008

2008-08-22T06:05:00Z

We are poor in what we think we own.
_____
Clouds
A Study in One Act
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I've opened the curtain of my east window here above the computer, and I sit
now in a holy theater before a sky-blue stage. A little cloud above the
neighbor's trees resembles Jimmy Durante's nose for a while, then becomes

Ponderable and poem for Thursday, August 21, 2008

2008-08-21T06:01:09Z

Our deepest wound may heal to become our greatest strength.
_____
Colorado Joining, 1995
Jim & Annette Campbell
Greg & Lois Harris
Art & Jeanette Mark
Ralph & Jeanne Wiley
Alan & Linda Harris

Five couples,
each married within a love
they cannot explain--
Five couples,
amply tested by fear and the unexpected--