poetry

Tomorrow will be better

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I saw a meme on Facebook with this writing prompt: Say tomorrow will be better without saying “Tomorrow will be better.”

I think I’ll try to do so poetically. Haven’t done a haiku in ages, so that first then a free verse.

I didn’t have a lot of time the other night, and as I look at this haiku now, I feel like it doesn’t flow well so I’m adding a minor edit.

Edited version:

Twilight’s glow fading,

Heart dissolving daily dross

My soul looks forward.

Original version:

Orange sky slowly dims.

The heart dissolves the mind’s stress.

The soul looks forward.

Hit the ground running before I was ready but I was able.

The Spirit went ahead of me and paved the way

So when the two of us met it was a peaceful teaming up

Made of resilience and hope, leading to joy.

It came late in the day, but there’s plenty more where that came from, God willing.

The moon and stars bring comfort’s sleep

And, restored, I will go onward.

Where did half the summer go already?

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4th of July, birthday, Summerween, heat waves and rain storms. Home improvements and yard work. Pruning, planting, weeding, watering, snipping, clipping, staking, taking pics.

Daily grind, warm nights, up late. Groggy days, hot car. Shopping, free concerts, hanging on the deck. TV, chatting and sharing and browsing.

An ode to anger

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Ah, anger,

Irritation that makes the tongue lash out where it might otherwise be held still and useless.  That magic little quirk in the mind that lets me find annoyance in things that I’d otherwise forget.  You’re the glue that helps me cling to those grievances that might get lost in the shuffle if I’m careless.

That temper you provide, I put to such good use.  How else could I blame, condemn, seek vengeance for things I’ve been guilty of myself?  Where would be the fun? You give me freedom to escape a sense of justice or fairness.  To hell with hypocrisy! Hallelujah! That meddlesome conscience cannot hold me now.  I’m in a mood! Let me be!

You’re the corkscrew that gives those awesome explosions when I’ve bottled up all I can until it can’t be contained.  What a glorious shower of verbal shrapnel can ensue and make minced meat of another’s heart.  That evil laugh must surely be emanating from elsewhere beyond my own throat.  No matter.

You give me courage to speak when I cannot think straight.  How awful it would be to lie idle in impotence when there’s a wrong that the world must know about and the perpetrator made to pay. Can I just sit there with my teeth in my mouth when you give me so much passion?

To stew, with you, even after it’s all through

How good it feels to simmer for hours or days when I might let it drop without your steady hand.   I don’t need to sleep when I have you for company, by my side day and night, leading me through silliness and folly with a focus that filters out distractions for me, so that I don’t get caught up in daily life and miss my mission’s fruition.  To inflict at least as much damage as has been done to me.  It’s my right! I will have my day!

Oh, my friend, I would never give you up, come hell or high blood pressure, for surely I would…  I would….

Do some good? Make the world a better place? Lift up others instead of cast them down? Mend hearts and relationships instead of tear asunder? Be happier and healthier? But that’s so hard, and you’re so easy.  That’s why I liked you.

Yet, I will not miss you.