You can’t keep a good
bachelor down. Every summer
the big machine grinds
them into the ground, but they
always rise, singing the blues.
JDG
Mile Markers
This summer evening
among gold-struck trees, I breathe
in the sadness of
seeing her go and breathe out
the joy of seeing her grow.
JDG
Even The Sunflowers
Though I know it was
only the breeze, even the
sunflowers seemed to
droop as they waved goodbye and
she headed off to college.
JDG
A Fine Farewell
Billowing clouds, sun
streaked sky accompany this
summer’s long goodbye.
JDG
Gratefully Composed
What better way to
spend this unexpected gift
of time than to sit
and leisurely compose a
poem that may or may not rhyme.
JDG
Overload
Frayed nerves, blown fuses –
let’s pull the circuit breaker,
let the system rest.
JDG
Scholarly Questions
At this point the kids
and I don’t see eye to eye.
They’re questioning why
school had to start in August.
I wonder why not July.
JDG
Heart Swell
The katuata
below is enough to make
any mother proud.
JDG
If your garden fails
to flourish, you must amend
the soil, not the flowers.
Andy Garrabrant
Katuata 18 Aug 2016
See aroilinpain.wordpress.com
Turnings
When did passion turn
into longing, heat transform
into silver mist?
Once I pulled at the leash of time,
eager to run in hot pursuit.
Now it is time unleashed that is pursuing me.
JDG
Sometimes In The Night
Sometimes in the night, dark questions slither
in and out of
consciousness,
poised to
strike.
I’ve
learned not
to turn toward
them, but toward my
breath instead until their hissing ceases.
JDG
