Four Brief Poems
Daddario
The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
one peers into, longing for revelation.
Bluejay Haiku
Wind ruffles feathers
of the dead bluejay as I
spade open a grave.
Mask
My ego and vanity also
encourage me not to wear a mask.
But, then, I buck up,
become a grown-up
and let Costco
and common sense
tell me what to do-
I put on the mask.
For Us to Matter
For us to matter, we
must limit our thoughts
to this planet, this atmosphere,
these languages.
In the scheme of galaxies,
star creation, pulsars,
quasars, black holes, gravity
and the rest, we do not matter
and never will. We must assume
that life exists elsewhere.
We can't be that unique I
n the greater measure of possibilities
and probabilities. If we are unique,
we become even less significant,
cosmologically speaking. An aberration
that general circumstances
will remedy, and soon.
The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
one peers into, longing for revelation.
Bluejay Haiku
Wind ruffles feathers
of the dead bluejay as I
spade open a grave.
Mask
My ego and vanity also
encourage me not to wear a mask.
But, then, I buck up,
become a grown-up
and let Costco
and common sense
tell me what to do-
I put on the mask.
For Us to Matter
For us to matter, we
must limit our thoughts
to this planet, this atmosphere,
these languages.
In the scheme of galaxies,
star creation, pulsars,
quasars, black holes, gravity
and the rest, we do not matter
and never will. We must assume
that life exists elsewhere.
We can't be that unique I
n the greater measure of possibilities
and probabilities. If we are unique,
we become even less significant,
cosmologically speaking. An aberration
that general circumstances
will remedy, and soon.
Welcome back, Gary, with "For Us to Matter" as a crisp meditation to mark your return.
Whether life is elsewhere, I begin to fear we've blasted nothing but "STAY AWAY!" messages across and out of our heliosphere through our entire era of telecommunications: less cosmic bliss to be found on earth as a consequence.
Good work.
Glad to see you back, bubba, but you scared me with "For Us to Matter!" Unless it's just ego and vanity on a broader scale. I like to think we do somehow matter in the cosmic scheme, signaling our worth with maybe some strain of an etude or progression of harmonics by Mozart, or one of those guys.
I wore my mask voting in our primary this morning, and found myself smiling at the eyes above the mask of one of the poll workers, who seemed to be staring back coldly, which hurt my feelings, but now I realize she might have been smiling at me and wondering why I was staring coldly at her. The season of the masks, if nothing else, might teach some of us to smile with our eyes. I saw something on Facebook the other day that wiggling one's ears helps the eyes to smile. Wish I'd remember to try that this morning!
Thank you, Edward.
Thank you, Matt.
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Thank you, Jenny.
Good pieces, Gary. Especially like
"An aberration
that general circumstances
will remedy, and soon." Yes.
True Gary! "We can't be that unique" even though sometimes ...
Glad to see your work again, Gary.
"For Us to Matter" matters.
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Thank you, Sam.
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Bill.
Thank you, Dianne.
Happy to read your poems again.
Love the sweet sadness in" Bluejay Haiku."
And also the movement in "Bluejay Haiku." Caught my eye.
We are what we are. Timely collection. Let's ruffle some feathers!*
Thank you, Tim.
We can't be that unique.*
Thank you, Beate.
Love the Blue Jay, just saw one here, in the city, a few days ago.
Also "If we are unique,
we become even less significant,
cosmologically speaking."
Yes, some thoughtful pieces summed up in a great question. *
I've never been all that pretty, so the mask was never a problem.
The Blue Jay did it for me.
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Thank you, Steve.
Thank you, John.
Thank you, James.