By adding up time
spent on worry, we’d see how
it subtracts from happiness.
~
By adding up time
spent on poetry, we’d see
how it multiplies pleasure.
(This poem was written jointly by my son and me and was posted on mondosedoka.com. I wrote the first three lines and he replied with the second three lines. We have been writing a joint poem daily using the mondo sedoka form for over seven years.)
Knox’s friend, Molly,
is moving in just ten days,
but today they played,
enjoying each romp and roll,
oblivious of the morrow.
JDG
Post sun-set serenity
in shades of
black and gray.
JDG
I don’t want to squander
a minute of the time
I have left.
I want to
watch the sun rise and set,
listen to bird song,
pet my dog,
sip my wine,
laugh with grandkids.
I don’t want habit or worry
to rob me
of these “unproductive” moments.
JDG
If I surrender
my need to be right, then I
can better hear you
and the place from which I speak
will have room enough for two.
JDG
( reposted at the request of a dear friend }
Even though Sami
had walked me through each step which
I diligently
wrote down, I couldn’t upload
the image with my poem.
JDG
( Stay tuned for the poem and accompanying image. Sami will be home soon for Christmas break.)
Just over the hill
and around the bend,
next to the large pond
surrounded by trees,
lies my small, round house.
No matter the season
or the hour, I know
I will be greeted by
an assortment of creatures,
indoors and out,
welcoming me home,
checking to see
if I remembered
to bring treats.
JDG
Sometimes you don’t know
how much you needed a rest
until you get one,
and then, before you know it,
it’s time to get up and go.
JDG
Gold leaves and red
have fallen away,
leaving branches
starkly etched against
an ever-changing sky…
The beauty now
is of a different kind.
JDG
