#13
Sometimes while I wait in the car or restaurant or between things, I write
poetry or snippets of that I finish later. Here is a dashed verse that is what
it is. And #14 was my evening helping my son with his school project. (I was
pretty grumpy to begin with tonight!)
Sloping Soundlessly Sideways
Relevance
reveals reason,
The
regular remnant gives room
For
other rhythms and rhymes
Of
time
The
tintinntabulation tinkling
Tap
dances on the tin roof
Transposing
truth’s teeth
In
space
A
singular soul sifts
Swift
swings sing
Songs
that seem silly
Until
swans swim
Through
reason
Circling
sideways
The
soul slips
Out
of bounds
To
bond briefly
With
bouncing babes
Who
are buoyant
In
the big beyond
Bringing
peace
Planting the Family Tree
My
family tree
Is
beyond me
And
how it grows
I
seldom know
The
many names
I
can’t explain
It
is rough
Not
knowing much
My
son digs
Though
how we live
For
a project
I
want to dodge it
Not
knowing why
We
find our way in
To
not would be sin
We
discover places
Because
of faces
Starring
back at me
That
I’ve never seen
We
read stories
It
isn’t as boring
As
I once thought
(And
internally fought)
It
has merit
Glad
we shared it
To
find where we come from
Does
make my heart thrum
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