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Pondering the difference…

Pondering the difference
Between letting go and giving up
When I need something
to hold onto

Doing “self-care”
but
I get so wiped out
Waiting for the current
to drive me away

Check the expectations of others –
Where do I hide these feelings?
Why was she so mean?

So tired of being tired each day
Made a list of happy times
Things I’d like in past times
Is this useful or a trap?

So made a list of things to do
When feeling “this”
But find I’m bored
And reminisce simply that I’m blue

Acknowledgment of art and pain
Respect and fellowship
Simply to be loved and adored
“Is that too much to ask?”

What Love Might Be… – Postcard #82

Love in (most) all forms – from self to romance to heartbreak – explored through poems including: mis-quote from (probably not) Jack Kerouac, Khalil Gibran advising his son, Mary Oliver reminding to trust, (Angela) Anaïs (Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira) Nin’s recklessness, Leonard Cohen recalling flowers to a shy lover, Katie Buemann picking up a sword – plus a variety of relevant freeverse and haiku by myself – while Jerry Garcia describes a Wonderful World and Tanya Donnelly pines for the Atlantic.

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Poetry snippets: handwritten, from Japan

Post office closed
(again)
You’ll need another
day to know
you are loved
by a lost poet
without a watch

Walking alone while
rain falls

Thinking of you
or rather, us –
Together, umbrella-less

Wisteria mystery
Found me before
I knew i was hidden
We lay in a field
Watching rice in breeze, lazily
A bench picnic, waving as
boats pass a castle, slowly
A tatami room…

With memories of
a poet forgotten to much
of history

He came to be
part of it all
meeting at least
halfway.

Not change or mock –
Somewhat to document.

Today! A letter –
Written as you ate a peach
In last weekend’s sun

Assuming aluminum is smelted… / Towns and Trains

Mostly so i can answer Drs when they ask if significant exposure to heavy metals. Not more than others except for Geneva steel labourers. Never worked in an aluminum smelter assuming aluminum is smelted and changing pronunciation in my head, proudly on the fly.

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

Sanambin road goes to the airport / Towns and Trains

Sanambin road goes to the airport

Occasionally closed for a motorcade of minor relations of Royals
Reviewing, visiting Buddhas, adorned with black-clad citizens, black ribbons to indicate respect and match endless bunting and banners of visage — with camera, saxophone, with monkey cheek, with ribbons, bespectacled always

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018

One of three destinations… / Towns and Trains

The obvious anonymity allows one to wander, unhindered by conversations about homes, jobs and places to go

Nowhere to be but here

Markets of fruits, meats with flies and disposable clothes

Hospitals, shops of pots and pans and endless choices for scooter repairs, stationary by train station

Sidewalk stands of noodles, meat on sticks which unify the world, tuk-tuks, rickshaw bikes who don’t want to go far, bank machines and carbon sheet receipts, taxis never seem to know any one of my three destinations: inn, hospital, clinic

Repeat

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018