Just a note on the psychological and emotional cost of writing nonsensical poetry. It seems to take its toll on my heart, mind and soul. There is a psychic conflict that arises when one attempts to enter into a world where the very opposite of common sense, the backside of knowledge and intellect, is the basis for truth in expression. This conflict arises more fully when one’s mind has been more integrated into society in habit, daily experiences and communication. So, I have become more social, more religious, I hate to say it, but, more normal. Perhaps, some may say, I have become more mature. But this change has taken me out of a world of mental absurdity and meaninglessness, and pushed me into a more stable, more straight ahead reality, so to speak. So, because of this change, writing poetry that defies meaning, like I have been in the habit of writing for over thirty years, becomes more of an exhausting chore, and less of an enjoyable pastime. For this reason, I have resorted to writing Unpoetry less often, and it is become less of a go-to source of relief and solace. I think I will continue to write it, since I believe it has value and needs to be continued and passed on to others. But if I continue in a more stable mindset, I won’t be doing Unpoetry as much as I used to do it.
Month: February 2025
Alive
Walking through my neighborhood,
I see the kids at play,
And the parents chatting.
The young people walk their dogs,
And mow their lawns.
Moms and dads
Drop their children off for daycare.
Healthy people walk
Up and down the street,
Keeping fit and feeling good.
Kids on skateboards and bikes
Roam around, just enjoying
Being active and outside
In the cool winter air.
Men work on projects
In their driveways and garages.
Women tend to little ones,
Running errands
Or heading to work.
A peace falls on the place.
It is good to be alive.
Tenfold
Meandering along
An uncertain journey,
I take it as it comes,
Being in the moment,
As best I can.
Not worrying
About what I will eat,
Or what I will wear;
But always sure
That whatever happens,
I will be okay,
For I am surrounded
By friends and family,
A spiritual cloud of witnesses,
With my best interest at heart.
And thus I feel secure,
Knowing that tomorrow
Is a time, not to be
Anxious about, but
To look forward to
With anticipation and hope.
Tomorrow is
Not for sure,
But God goes forward
Before us, and
Blesses our going in
And going out,
Our exchanges,
Our travel,
Our conversations
And our tasks.
Treating my neighbor
In a way that I
Would want to be treated,
I bless myself
As well as my neighbor.
Loving and caring
For those around me,
I build a castle of karma,
That returns to me tenfold.
