June o4, 2o13
I get busy during the day and forget to post here. Well, that may not be totally true. I suppose I get busy writing a poem or smoking or watching TV as an excuse for NOT writing on my blog. I need to stop that. This next poem I thought about yesterday... and didn't get around to writing it today. Another thing I shouldn't do. I should write as soon as the idea comes to mind. The picture/poetry is always too small on the blog. However, if you click on it, you can see a larger version of it.
How to
Live Forever
There
are structures much stronger than mine
made of
brick and mortar, concrete and steel, able to resist the temperamental fits of nature
and man. They stand firm for what seems to be
forever. I wouldn’t mind that, a body created in fire
and not molded from mud. But a plastic bag?
Now, we’re talking longevity, and he’ll probably
outlive us all. Quite sturdy, pliable, reliable he is,
adrift through life at the whim of the spring and
summer winds, no cares, no woes, he just does
what he’s told. Oh, but then again, wind! A powerful
beast that uproots trees, reduces tall buildings
to piles of debris. And don’t forget time, patient,
persistent time. She kills, destroys, annoys without
consideration for the years upon years it takes to whittle
us down, or for the human sadness she causes. No, I’d
rather not be wind or time. Both are too unkind. I’ll settle
for flesh and blood and bone and spirit, which, as I hear it
from my knowledgeable friends, just doesn’t exist. But that’s it!
The spirit! No one sees it, smells it, hears it… can harm it. If
living ever after is your goal, a kind, gentle spirit is the way to go.
—rrw o6-o3-13
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