Rain and Puddles
Turning poetry into wine
You may turn this into some sort of selfish endeavor
Call it what you wish
I think of it as self-preservation.
There is a “silver lining”
Sometimes it is just so hard to write
Thoughts and ideas scrambled
Sort them is exhausting work
So the struggle remains- always.
In the end for each of us
Our lives are best described
In the words of Lew Welch
“It is a wasted field in which,
like blocks of cement,
the wreckage of my mind is scattered.”
I love raindrops and puddles
And stormy Mondays
And the words of Van Morrison.
It is difficult to reconcile with ourselves
What we are told by others
When in the end we would rather hear directly
By the one who should love you.
I love the rain and the puddles
The gray gloomy days
The kind of days
Drawing all the feelings out
Emotions and feeling become a ripple effect
Small flecks of memories in my hair
Only a baptismal rain will cleanse
I run to the rain
Turning poetry into wine
Where you are
The night is young
Light fills the sky
It is the day
Glass half- full
So they say
Drink up anyway
Why waste an opportunity
Half- open
Half- closed
What difference does it make
Its only a door damn it
Crossroads are just that- crossroads
Its your intersection
Do what the hell you want
Why is everything made so difficult
Well it isn’t
Other than by you
Ride the bus
Hop the train
Take a bike
Walk the lane
Just get out of your way
The obstacle is you
Figure that out
And throw all the stones you wish
No glass house will ever own you again
The call
I love when you call just to talk
To talk about anything and everything
I love when you call no matter the time
When time means nothing
Because it gives way
Surrendering to us
Knowing this is ours
Nothing and no one can interrupt
I love when you call just to hear you laugh
Laughing like when your were a boy
Sharing the thrills of life you discovered
The surprises life unwraps each day
I love when you call just because you want to share with me
Share with me like when we were together always
An always never broken by miles
I love when you call even though you don’t have to
The memories of all we did together
Keeping you and me close every day
I love when you call just to ask how I’m doing
Just to remind me that you remember me
Telling me you are fine and all is well
I love when you call to talk and say
I miss you and love you
I love when you call
Where you are
Light fills the sky
It is the day
Glass half- full
So they say
Drink up anyway
Why waste an opportunity
Half- open
Half- closed
What difference does it make
Its only a door damn it
Crossroads are just that- crossroads
Its your intersection
Do what the hell you want
Why is everything made so difficult
Well it isn’t
Other than by you
Ride the bus
Hop the train
Take a bike
Walk the lane
Just get out of your way
The obstacle is you
Figure that out
And throw all the stones you wish
No glass house will ever own you again
The call
To talk about anything and everything
I love when you call no matter the time
When time means nothing
Because it gives way
Surrendering to us
Knowing this is ours
Nothing and no one can interrupt
I love when you call just to hear you laugh
Laughing like when your were a boy
Sharing the thrills of life you discovered
The surprises life unwraps each day
I love when you call just because you want to share with me
Share with me like when we were together always
An always never broken by miles
I love when you call even though you don’t have to
The memories of all we did together
Keeping you and me close every day
I love when you call just to ask how I’m doing
Just to remind me that you remember me
Telling me you are fine and all is well
I love when you call to talk and say
I miss you and love you
I love when you call
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