Some things are fun, but very distracting. Children are this way, charming, demanding, mischievous. Fun and also destructive of schedules. They are visiting and I have had a wonderful time. It has been more than a month and I am now stealing time to post.
My poodles have enjoyed the time also. Anything that increases attention and petting is great for them. It does become noisy and crowded at times. All in all a wonderful, confused, busy time. Productivity will start again soon.
I have chosen a few poems and am not going to work at finding a theme or cover story. Just a few things you might enjoy.
Peace.
Make Way
Waiting to buy the tickets,
looking to make the time,
vacillating twixt joy and cost,
that's the tale of this rhyme.
People who are Libras
recognize the feeling well
for every single decision
is a trip through mugwump hell.
But I finally got the message
etched on pathways of my brain.
Make commitment while you lust
or repeat verse and refrain.
Now if I find something
that I really wish to do
best stand out of the way
or I may run over you.
Perhaps
When memory dredges up
halcyon days of yore,
place them in the silver box
'Tweren't, Shan't Be Evermore
Perfection comes in moments
and seldom lasts for days,
but interspersed events
frequent vanish in the haze.
Memory is a fickle thing,
oft times in soft focus
and mundane or flat
disappear in hocus-pocus.
But on early crisp fall morn
with saffron slanted light
it's hard to stop the reverie
of halcyon delight.
Where Is Love
The water hole of love
is near the fountain of youth
they live in the mind—
have naught to do with truth.
You have to be ready
to give and receive
for the secret of both
is to accept and believe.
When you once find them
treat with care and respect
for they wither and die
in the presence of neglect.