Reflections

Well, it’s Friday and I’m in a pretty good, albeit lazy, mood.  Also, nothing particularly stood out in the news today.  I could write about how Rush Limbaugh said Obama was Hitler because he is withdrawing troops from Afghanistan, just like Hitler, or how Glenn Beck said he wanted to kiss Rick Santorum in the lips, but, eeeewwww, or however it is the cool kids are spelling that nowadays.

So, I just decided to put up a couple of poems I’ve written recently.

Tell me if you like them.  What the heck, tell me if you don’t.  I like getting comments.

I put a line upon the page

when I have nothing else to do

I do a little doodling

if you’re like me, then so do you

and then another line or two,

until the lines are rather dense

and it could be a wall of trees

or it could be a picket fence

it could be some spiky hair

or it could be a field of grass

the next line you decide to make

will decide what comes to pass.

There will be winding twists and turns

changing landscapes, big surprises

a single stroke is the spring from which

the stream of consciousness arises

 

 

 

The glowing moon we think we see at night

is, in reality, reflected light

the sun is far away, the moon is nearer

and so, it acts a little like a mirror

 

by day, we are immersed in light and heat

at night, the sun is shining more discreetly

the great, almighty Sol has many ways

to spread and to perpetuate its rays

 

The speckled beams that shimmer on the sea

the chlorophyll that’s in the grass and trees

Its energy’s been spread both far and wide

so everybody has a light inside

 

Do not frown, and be oppressed by gloom

when you smile, there’s sunshine in the room