Only Our Effort: villanelle
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all,
or bother with our lives in any way;
only our effort makes or breaks our fall.
Perhaps it gives us hope, such folderol,
or cheats fear-mongers of their gruesome play.
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all.
The truth is that no matter who we call,
if answers come, it’s not because we pray.
Only our effort makes or breaks our fall.
We find no mule is kicking in that stall,
just empty promise of reward, someday.
I don’t believe the gods watch us at all.
Some say that god’s an ocean, us, salt dolls;
that finding the divine, we melt away.
Only our effort makes or breaks our fall.
From dust we come, and back to dust we crawl;
there is no proof of any other way.
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all;
only our effort makes or breaks our fall.
07 JUN 2017
06.7.17
A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time;
a single blink and half of it is gone.
Not long enough to make ambition’s climb,
a moment’s span is very little time,
which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime.
On such small pegs, life’s hat is hung upon.
A moment’s span is very little time;
a single blink and half of it is gone.
07 JUN 2017
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These Three Things: triad
On these three things the world depends:
life purpose, effort and one’s friends.
The first provides velocity:
forward motion, destiny.
The second supplements one’s sails
when wind and tide desist or fail.
The third reminds us to respect
those in the world whose paths connect
with our own journey, for a while,
and share our sorrows and our smiles.
Without these things, the world is flat;
and our adventure, nothing that
is worth much. Neither time nor health
is substitute for this true wealth.
07 JUN 2017
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(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun
undoes as it is born.
From yesterday it lets the seed we sow
grow into what it needs.
But what has come before is gone and past;
last summer’s fading lawn
becomes the mulch that feeds the fresh grass blades
that fade so soon from view.
07 JUL 2017
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