teeter-totter

as children we called it a teeter-totter moon
sliver of light held there between us and stars
something we could not comprehend in those years
years filled with amazement shrouded with innocence
innocence that slowly faded along with childhood
childhood memories that were pushed away by war
war that took our youth and turned it into horror
horror that still follows into my advancing years
years that move steadily toward their destined end
end as I still recall that teeter-totter moon

senseless

Our “body-politik” most often called Congress

has become a distinctively American Criminal Class

which meets in private for more than three weeks

trying to prepare a senseless impromptu speech

that allows them to relish and enjoy each new crisis

they would never waste an opportunity such as this

the time has come

I have reached the point
where I no longer savor
thoughts of expressing myself
with this indifferent keyboard
my words have lost their flavor

I struggled futilely for months
upgrade became a catastrophe
my blog became as my aging body
nothing works the same as before
my mountain top approaches

upon me are three anniversaries
the suddenness of my stroke
the passing of my lovely daughter
the beginning of this my blog
the end is fast coming into view

Where?

scratchings meander
`thout rhyme or reason
from this leaky pen
held `tween stiff fingers
pecked wanton symbols
from my keyboard
no longer making sense
from these my musings
wanderin’ through spaces
known to none else
reason becomes lost
in search of another rhyme
all this leads me to ask
Where goeth my Words?

flummox

when changes are being planned
some thought would be beneficial
to upgrade my blog seemed so grand
’til all comments seemed to stall

embarrassment must run its course
things should become clear over time
should have spent longer at the source
’tis possible I may still try to spin a rhyme