Pondering a Glass

People seem to like to state

Their opinion regarding a glass

Contemplating whether

It is half full or half empty

Why is it never over flowing

Some say it’s refillable

What about replaceable

A few things seldom mentioned

It’s size or lack thereof

Think about it

A shot glass

A wine goblet

A quart mason jar

Half-full for one could be

Multiple fills for another

It’s cost or value

What is it made of

Melamine plastic or

Antique crystal

Where did the glass come from

Was it a family heirloom

Or an impulsive purchase

So many more questions

Could be posed regarding the glass

It’s interesting how we cling to ideas

Simplifying complex theories

Imagining we have made

A profound statement

Instead of diving Into a thing

Viewing it from all angles

What might happen

If we switched up

Took time to think


Analyze our concepts

Of a theory

Or saying

And of course

There is the important point

That the glass is really not

A glass at all

E.A. Fussell


Rhythm of Falling

Falling can be beautiful

In rain, autumn leaves, snow

In love, I suppose

But falling can also be

Scary, destructive, ugly

Most things in life

Are that way

Dynamically opposite

Good, bad

Beautiful, ugly

Love, hate

And they are also

Frighteningly the same

What makes it so

The thought or the feeling

Can one exist without the other

Can we hold a thought

Without experiencing any feeling

Can we experience a feeling

Without having any thought

Can we love without hating

If there is no ugliness

How would we recognize beauty

Does good exist

Because evil fights to prevail

Is pondering such things

A waste of mind

Or a profound expenditure of time



Cells You Are

Change is happening
Within and without
Every single day
Whether or not we acknowledge
Or recognize it
At a cellular level we are changing
Our cells are dying and regenerating
Sometimes their change is dramatic
Sometimes it is very subtle
Environmental Influencers and
Nutritional elements can
Create illness and disease or
Health and vitality
Repeated daily
Stack up
To impact
We have the ability to impact
Our cellular change
Through our daily choices

E.A. Fussell

Self adjustment

Pressure gauges
Play an important role in construction
There is a safe range from
Just above too little to
Just below too much
Pipes are at the mercy
Of whatever or whoever
Is applying the pressure
Too much
And they will break apart

“Applied pressure”
Reminds me of life
Sometimes the pressure is from
An external source or event
Outside our control
Sometimes the pressure is from
Internal thoughts or goals
Isn’t it great that unlike pipes
We can choose
To adjust the pressure ourselves
Before we are broken

E.A. Fussell

Get Creative

The day will be what you make it

Regardless of what it seems

You can choose to enjoy it

Or it can be a misery

If things around you are not ideal

If circumstances have you feeling

A little unreal

Take a moment to breathe in deep

Clear your mind

Then fill it with joyful thoughts

Ones that make your heart smile

Then relax

Or do something refreshing

Go for a walk

Call an old friend

Draw, write, read, dream

Cook something delicious

And it’s okay if you just do nothing

Nothing can be very refreshing

It’s your day

Make it

Whatever kind of day you choose

E.A. Fussell


Tales from the Twilight Zone

Ear up close

And I’ll tell you a tale

About a place

Once prosperous

Now completely felled

Cut down by lies

Poisoned by strife

Streets once teaming

People going about life

Now almost empty

An occasional expressionless soul

All you can see are their eyes

It’s kind of creepy

Like a third world country

No smiles

No hugging

No affection

Look in any direction

The same scene

Playing itself out

Small businesses boarding up

While individuals are holed up

Prisoners in their own home

Believing it’s for the best

Willingly playing their role

In some God awful test

Contradicting explanations

From all sides of the fence

Reason, no where to be found

Common sense, nonexistent

When will it all end

How can a massive tangle of lies

That wrecked an entire world

Ever get straightened out

Think about it

In an instant

The time it takes to click a button

On a tv, radio, or computer

And hear the first broadcast

Of impending doom

Just that fast

A thriving place

Now resembles a ghost town

For what was there before

Can never again be found

E.A. Fussell


Unnecessary Delays

Common sense

Is not so common

Wrestling with

A government employee

Can show you

Just how uncommon

Common sense has become

There is no consequence for them

In shuffling a permit file

Around on their desk

For weeks at a time

As they send

A carefully planned schedule

Tied to a carefully planned budget

Providing hundreds of jobs

And generating tens of thousands

Of dollars in local

Economic stimulation

Strait to the trash can

Using a few clicks

On a computer mouse

Stopping construction

Of several families houses

With no regard

To the havoc they wreak

Or the lives they wreck

Secure behind

Their government paycheck

Meanwhile in the real world

Dealing with the lack of

Basic common sense

Has become a daily event

In all areas of life

Not just with government

Some days

Are easier to deal with

Than other days


Entering the wrestling ring

Brings no joy

Not one ounce

Keeping my head on my shoulders

Is not as easy as it used to be

My tolerance levels are low

And my patience just might blow

E.A. Fussell


Full heart

Monday’s already trying

To pull me into its depths

With whispers of my todo list

Emails, schedules, orders to place

But my heart is too full right now

Stressful thoughts it will not allow

Time spent with family last week

And a close friend over the weekend

Laughter, conversations, fun

Have me feeling very thankful

Memories swirl gently around me

Like floating butterflies

There’s my nine year old niece

With her beautiful joy filled eyes

The love of my brother and his

Wonderful wife created this child

That is such a blessing

Laughing, playing, reminding me

There is nothing quite like family

The memories continue to flutter

Like butterfly wings

As the scene changes and

There is my dear friend Patti

Surprising me out of the blue

Saying they’ll be in Galveston

So to the coast I drove

Laughter, pool games, pinball

Classic rock and lots of talks

Yes, after a week filled with family

And a weekend with dear friends

My heart is full

My mind is light and Monday

Doesn’t stand a chance

E.A. Fussell