Ponder this
No matter where you are
Or where I am
We are looking at the same moon
It may look different to you
Than it does to me
But it’s the same
When we raise our vision high
Look above ourselves
We see the same
Moon
Stars
Sun
We may be many
But we see only one
E.A.Fussell
3/20/2019
Getting to the truth of a thing
It’s kind of like digging for good dirt
Sometimes the earth
Is soft and compliant
The soil is easily turned
Willingly revealing layers underneath
So easy, allowing us to
Push our hands into the dirt
Pull up clumps of weeds
Plow a path for a Spring flower trail
Sometimes the earth is hard
Unyielding
Protecting the dirt
Layering diversions
Of hard rock
Perilous gulfs of varying elevations
Deterrents to digging
Deterrents to plundering
The precious soil
Explosives
Bulldozers
Full-on destruction
We press on
Digging deeper
In search of the elusive dirt
And what happens
When we have finally found
The precious place to build
The right foundation
Was it worth it
Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive
Too raw
Too damaged
Getting to the truth
Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake
Only to reveal something
Too fragile to take
E.A. Fussell
3/17/2019
Stay away from people who don’t pray.
Your energy most certainly they will drain away. Take care of yourself, find a quiet place and pray each day; for a feeling that is Divinely Heavenly.
E.A. Fussell
3/17/2019
The box lid opened
I lay there in wonder
What the hell am I doing
I should be six feet under
They didn’t listen
When I said no funeral
They dressed me up
Put me on display
Now here I lay
Looking at my feet
Trying not to see
The people
Peering in at me
Why didn’t they come see me
When I was alive
Even if it was
A very long drive
Nope, I can’t do this
Too many faces
Too many years
Too many tears
Wasted
I will focus on my feet
Who the hell picked my shoes
I would rather see my toes
White sneakers
The worst color
They’ll be dirty way too soon
One good thing that I see
No laces
That suits me
I wonder what will happen
If i just get up and go
How will any of these people
Ever even know
Come on sneakers
It’s time to go
It’s a weird thing
To see yourself
Lying in a coffin
Your loved ones gathered in one place
This doesn’t happen often
A twinge of anger
Or is it regret
As I drift upward
And try to forget
Wait
Upward
That’s good right
Come on sneakers
Let’s go toward the light
The light seems to be fading
We’ve got to run fast
I understand why I’ve got on
White sneakers at last
Run sneakers run
Let nothing get in our way
Hurry up sneakers
We get to see God today
E.A. Fussell
3/16/2019
(Poetry exercise, topic: sneakers)
Words
Attract
Or
Attack
Choose wisely
Speak carefully
To others
And most importantly
To yourself
E.A. Fussell
3/16/2019
Crows feet
Prancing
Dancing
On my roof
In the trees
On the street
Smart little birds
Communicating without saying a word
Scavengers
Messengers
What omen to impart
Are you telling me
To open up my heart
Or keep it closed
Locked down tight
As you take your flight
Will you return
Or leave me here to burn
In speculation
What is your destination
What is mine
I’ve lost all sense of time
Yet time marches on
Crows feet
Prancing
Dancing
On a more sensitive surface
The surface of my skin
Smart little birds
Communicating without saying a word
E.A. Fussell
3/16/2019
(2nd 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)
Spring is almost here
Fall reflects itself in my mirror
The crows feet upon my face
Have left their dubious trace
Spring is drawing near
The fever to roam familiar
The crows feet mark a warning
Not many days left will be dawning
Spring, when it comes each year
Brings reminders of youth
And lack of fear
The crows feet get deeper
Reminders that a good life is cheaper
Than one lived on the edge
Always teetering on a ledge
E.A.Fussell
3/16/2019
(1st 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)
