I’ve begun to restructure this blog.
Under the title GREAT DEBATE is now a menu with links to the major categories I write about. [(Ha, ha, or lol? Psych-girl, two sessions ago, pointed out to me that I have “a tendency to categorize everything.”) She’s right. She usually is.] So far I’ve listed two. There will be more. Such as Sports, Politics, Colorado. Maybe Poems, too? I used to write poems.
In fact, I took a course in poetry way back in the late 60’s at Colorado State University. Oh my … . I think I got a C. Notwithstanding, I took it up again when I opened a bookstore in Evergreen in 2001. A poetry group, hosted by a retired English professor, would meet there every Tuesday. I joined in, as it was “after hours”.
This poem, Toppling Over, I wrote after I closed the bookstore. It seems appropriate now. Seeing as to the way things are. Or, way worse than you think. Without further ado:
TOPPLING OVER
Throat, eyes, ears itching
Nose running
Breath short
Can’t find what I’m looking for–
A marker, a maker
A friend, a lover,
Purpose or home
Nothing but losses–
One on top of another.
Stacking up like cordwood
the pile is too high
And it’s starting to lean–
One more will do it
Bring the whole damn thing
Down.
Just a random jumble
Of sticks and logs
Untidy and disordered
Hardly matters anymore
It’ll burn just the same
And the ash doesn’t care.
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First published in SOUNDING OFF IN ECHO HILLS (2004)
