The buzzing of beesBrings the flowers sweet nectarLife’s deep listening (Added bonus) 6/20/2023

I hear my mother’s songOn the edge of the windI feel her longing for connection It is a sweet scent of a rich wonderfully prepared mealshared with loveand just a hint of vodka SGL June 18, 2023

It doesn’t describe the thingThe description becomes the Rhizome making of makingSelf replicating Recursions Poems are descriptive Feeling somethingThe poem makes the bodyThat walks out of the process Describing itself and how the world will use itTrash is just not enough information The forest has no trashDisassemble and reuseNowhere is the number storedJust the process…

It was dark Like a bad journal entryIt was too real and yet too vagueIt was a snapshot of an awful time You shouldn’t read itIt’s too private any wayNo metaphorsNo imagesJust painful memories Bad responsesRelentlessly compounding Mental crisis, piling upYou are better off not even lookingTrust me, a real waste of time… too late…

(Haiku ending) I admit, this is a rough oneHouse of CardsIn a gale force windThat fifth had gone down so easyAbruptly turning aroundOh no, soup was on the stove, stillRan back from the carThe flagstone made the sprawlThe pain in my piano hand still remainsBadly designed walkwayI shouldn’t be driving, I thought As I got…

IntentSalience Resilience <-> Resignation DeathRepeat? SGL Brunswick Maine 6-2-23