Wanted to share this post my son and I wrote on Mondo Sedoka.

A washed out eclipse,
none the less, provides a chance
to capture dynamic clouds.
~
Even though you did
not get what you were looking
for, look what you got!
Wanted to share this post my son and I wrote on Mondo Sedoka.
A washed out eclipse,
none the less, provides a chance
to capture dynamic clouds.
~
Even though you did
not get what you were looking
for, look what you got!
Thought you might enjoy this poem jointly written by my son and I on Mondosedoka.
Tonight’s crescent moon
held its full self in its arms
as the clouds whispered goodnight.
~
When our shadow basks
in our own, reflected glow
we remember we exist.
Sometimes I ache.
It’s part of being me.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I fear
that which I can not control.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes my pain and fear
drive me to unwise actions.
Doesn’t everyone’s?
Sometimes I regret
the consequences of those acts.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I hope
I can be a better soul.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I pray
for a divine guiding hand.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I love.
Doesn’t everyone?
Doesn’t everyone?
Three generations
sit by the pond, each with their
own reflections. Times
change, reflections differ, but
the welcoming pond’s the same.
JDG
Late January
and this small dandelion
shows its brave colors.
JDG
There is an emptiness in this space
That feels strange, unfamiliar.
The strangeness –
Nothing pushing me forward
Nothing pulling me back
No ” I used to be..” / no former identity
No call to be anything else.
I stand ‘here’ – child-like –
In a kind of wonder-land
Taking it in, the freshness of it.
Curious.
What is here?
What is ‘here’ like?
Where is the ground here?
How am I with ‘here’?
What is not here?
PS: I wonder if I’ll ever know.
It comes and goes..
This strangeness.
Even Nature
can only take so much
before exploding
toward the end
of these snow burdened days.
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
Kunal Thakore’s commentary helped me see what I didn’t see before but what was there all along.
random rants ruminations ramblings
In his portly, paunchy stature, I see acceptance of the God-given
and a disregard for shape
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