Contemplating work…
On the Roads
Crusty ruts of ice
Accumulate on the roads
Plowing’s too high priced
But then they did clear
Yesterday. The roads now neat
And more snow appears
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Contemplating timing…
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Category Archives: Life
In the Distance
Contemplating clarity…
In the Distance
Tower of Babel
Looms in the distance above
All that we may tell
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Contemplating understanding, or rather the mis…
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Winter’s Day
Contemplating beauty…
Winter’s Day
I heard birds singing
On a clear winter’s day
Flushed saw them winging
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Contemplating the outside…
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Mayan’s Count
Contemplating the 21st…
Mayan’s Count
It’s the end of all
Mayan’s count no further
Y2K recalled
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Contemplating hysteria…
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Of the Day
Contemplating significance…
Of the Day
Cannot help but mock
The great question of the day
To text, tweet, or talk?
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Contemplating really…?
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Pernicious Fate
Contemplating the accumulation…
Pernicious Fate
Hiding from the wrath
Of fickle pernicious fate
Soaking in a bath
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Contemplating relief…
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Through the Mind
Contemplating meditation…
Through the Mind
Meditation is
Emptiness filling the mind
Then the state at risk
Muscles burn novel
Thoughts meander through the mind
Working the shovel
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This Is Routine
Contemplating experience…
This Is Routine
People forget when
They’ve not seen it for a while
First snow once again
And the drivers got
No sense of this is routine
Whoa, slippery spots…
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Contemplating how can we forget…?
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Draped In White Velvet
Contemplating wonder…
Drape In White Velvel
Soft falling petals
Landscape draped in white velvet
The quiet settles
Trees wearing white wigs
More snow last night than last year
Once again we dig
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Contemplating tired…
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Abide My Hand
Contemplating the process…
Abide My Hand
When the muse is upon me
The words flow
Onto the page and the verses seem to glow
With meaning easy to see
Well, for me
But when the muse is absent
My pen wanders about aimlessly lost in the sands
Or even refusing to abide my hand
What then when pen won’t go to paper? Where is what’s meant
For lines to set free
For others to see
The things that we all already know
In the day’s rush as we go
More and more crazy
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Contemplating clarity…
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