Pop Art

This poem is a can of soup,
But please don’t try to drink it.
It’s real, I guess, well, more or less.
Perhaps more less would be my guess,
So only try to think it.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Victoria C. Slotto hosts with the theme “Pop Art”. The can of soup refers to Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup Cans to stay within the theme just in case it wasn’t obvious.

Lake Potawatomi

The Flip-Side of I-Thou

The voyeur’s mind imagines lust.
He sees her sitting there.
His heart beats, but his life’s a bust.
The proof? He doesn’t care.
Much like some god imploding trust
He cages with his stare
And all those nymphs who thought he must
Be good are now nowhere.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Anmol is hosting with the theme of profiles and portraits.

Beyond the Shadows

Tomorrow Through the Past

The past is holding me in place.
The present sets me free.
The distant future’s smiling face
Lies past this tulip tree
And past the trunk of this great oak
With distance calling me.
Live that future. It's today
Returning smiles the future gave.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme ” A Vision of Tomorrow/Through the Eyes of Yesterday”. Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. My smile this week comes from having the opportunity to write this poem. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where Merril is hosting with the word “set”.

Up Close and Far Away
Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile

Feast and Fasting

Feasts are simple: coffee, oil,
Vegetables that grow in soil,
Baked or fried or raw - delight -
Fasting follows starry night.

All to serve and not for self.
Herbs stand watch upon the shelf.
Eat and drink the mystery.
Blessings offered thankfully.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lisa (aka Jade) is hosting with the theme of “food”.

We are on a strict diet. It is mostly vegetarian except for eggs. No to foods like meat, sugar, grains, corn or alcohol. Yes to foods such as sweat potatoes, red onions, walnuts, coffee, millet and olive oil. The intermittent fast starts around 4 pm and ends around 10 am. The diet comes from mixing foods that seemed to work for us. We have tried recommendations from those promoting vegan, vegetarian, keto or diets avoiding lectins. We’re still looking. So if you have recommendations on what works for you, I’d love to hear about them in the comments.

So far this slowing changing diet has kept our weights under control, reduced brain fog and shown promising results on blood tests. The goal is not to live longer, but to serve well as long as we live.

Mixed Nuts – Mostly Walnuts

A Touch of Autumn

The autumn brings its rains. I wait
With joy I hadn’t planned
And though it came so slow, so late,
I finally understand.

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile.

Autumn Flowers

Not Long Ago

How recently the world appeared to me
The way you see it looking back at you.
Nasty worms made holes in what was true.
A snake creeped up the ancient apple tree.
Valid reasons were deceptive then.
The one who understood most turned away
And took a bite which stopped what he would say.
Those worms chew through the tongues of mortal men.

Perhaps that tale’s a metaphor. I know.
Perhaps another snake will shortly show.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of metaphor. I might have got carried away with the metaphors in this one, because I am no longer sure what I was trying to say.

Beginning of Fall

Liberating Wounds

Long ago when lights were dim
His wounded father read to him
About a knight, a dragon too,
A damsel fair. What would he do?
He realized himself the rest.
This was the call to knightly quest.
With youthfulness and strength of voice
He spoke with wisdom of his choice
Then rose at dawn just like the sun
And fought the dragon till he won
And brought the damsel safely home.
He brought the damsel safely home.
I’ve touched the wounds upon his face.
I’ve watched him walk without disgrace.
Now he reads that tale to me.
Another damsel would be free.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme to take a quote from Kafka and write a children’s poem inspired by it. Hopefully the above poem fits this quote:

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.”

Franz Kafka from Letter To Oskar Pollak
Through the Trees