One of those days
One of those days when the sun, the sky, the air and the water add up to a engender a lotus like state of mind.
When just being is enough.
Light is let into the cobwebbed corners of the mind.
Illuminating an absence of demons.
Wish I could find a way to describe it.
Finally got a chance to use a Tully's gift card I got from my dentist for recommending a client.
Bought a tall drip and a pepperoni pizza bagel.
Lost five bucks on the card but gained a nice rumbling of gas.
Lucky for you, one can't post odors on one's blog site.
At least, I can't on mine.
I didn't do the usual routine today but lounged around the house 'till time to go to school.
Missed the usual walking downtown and back exercise.
But I did manage to overhear a conversation in the coffee shop which I wasn't paying much attention to until I thought I heard the words "James Joyce, your favorite"
So I deliberately eavesdropped after that.
I guessed they were discussing literature.
She used the word "epiphany" anyway.
But nothing outstanding occurred because of it.
Nothing outstanding occurred the whole day except the lotusness of it.
The green shoots creep from their underground beds, unfurl their leaves, stretch, yawn, and turn their faces to the sun.
The brave, (or foolish), ones anyway.
Forgetting all about the warnings about late frosts they were taught in seed school.
But the timid ones take their chances too,
If there's no frost, they will pop up a lap behind and be the but of short jokes.
"Hey little guy, you call that a stamen, a pistil?"
"Where'd you get those leaves, Goodwill"
Flora can be quite vicious.
Quite the poor winners.
So its a tossup isn't it.
A golden coin flickers in the sun,
Will it land heads,
Or will it land tails?
Ya never know.
When just being is enough.
Light is let into the cobwebbed corners of the mind.
Illuminating an absence of demons.
Wish I could find a way to describe it.
Finally got a chance to use a Tully's gift card I got from my dentist for recommending a client.
Bought a tall drip and a pepperoni pizza bagel.
Lost five bucks on the card but gained a nice rumbling of gas.
Lucky for you, one can't post odors on one's blog site.
At least, I can't on mine.
I didn't do the usual routine today but lounged around the house 'till time to go to school.
Missed the usual walking downtown and back exercise.
But I did manage to overhear a conversation in the coffee shop which I wasn't paying much attention to until I thought I heard the words "James Joyce, your favorite"
So I deliberately eavesdropped after that.
I guessed they were discussing literature.
She used the word "epiphany" anyway.
But nothing outstanding occurred because of it.
Nothing outstanding occurred the whole day except the lotusness of it.
The green shoots creep from their underground beds, unfurl their leaves, stretch, yawn, and turn their faces to the sun.
The brave, (or foolish), ones anyway.
Forgetting all about the warnings about late frosts they were taught in seed school.
But the timid ones take their chances too,
If there's no frost, they will pop up a lap behind and be the but of short jokes.
"Hey little guy, you call that a stamen, a pistil?"
"Where'd you get those leaves, Goodwill"
Flora can be quite vicious.
Quite the poor winners.
So its a tossup isn't it.
A golden coin flickers in the sun,
Will it land heads,
Or will it land tails?
Ya never know.
posted by Lane Savant at 5:21 PM
2 Comments:
Thank you, thank you, for you have created another poem; and it was past due according to the previous commentors the other day. A few new linebreaks, a tweak or two here and there, and a wonderful Palmer poem, one that Lane Savant could be proud of, and Emily, and Poo, and Eddie, and all the rest of them.
One of Those Days
One of those days when the sun, the sky,
the air and the water add up to and engender
a lotus like state of mind.
When just being is enough.
Light is let into the cobwebbed corners,
Illuminating an absence of demons.
Wish I could find a way to describe it.
Nothing outstanding occurred the whole day
except the lotusness of it.
The green shoots creep from their underground beds,
unfurl their leaves, stretch, yawn,
and turn their faces to the sun.
The brave,or foolish, ones anyway.
Forgetting all about the warnings,
like late frosts
that they were taught in seed school.
But the timid ones take their chances too,
If there's no frost,
they will pop up a lap behind
and be the butt of short jokes.
"Hey little guy, you call that a stamen, a pistil?"
"Where'd you get those leaves, Goodwill"
Flora can be quite vicious.
Quite the poor winners.
So its a tossup isn't it?
A golden coin flickers in the sun,
Will it land heads,
Or will it land tails?
Ya never know.
Doug Palmer February 2009
Today started with 27 degrees at my place, yet it will soar to the 50's today, and the grayness will begin to gather over our heads, that wonderfulness of cloudiness that is the Pacific Northwest. FFTR has been limping a bit lately without a Palmer poem to grace it's cyber pages. Well, not long ago we did the X-file poems, and that was cool too.
This week is finally shot in the ass. My cold is improving. My state of mind is clearing. My cataract is getting worse. My wife is leaving me Saturday for a meeting in Vancouver, WA. I am making up a list of WWII films for a veteran here; the one that crafts the wonderful real wood ballpoint pens and sells them for 40 bucks a pop. Mine is made of sagebrush, and it is beautiful actually.
Probably return later to see what the sunniness of your latest poetry has wrung from the ozone. Ta ta.
Glenn
Hallo, Lane!
Congratulations on the Dr. Wallace Tully's gift card; I hope you also got one for recommending me to his best-ever hygienist last year! I told them you recommended me, and I'm super-glad you did; she is THE very best!! That's Dr. C. Wallace on Eastlake, near the draw bridge, in case any of your readers is looking for the most thorough of hygienists!! Tell 'em Doug P recommended you, 'cause he's the one who got me there originally!!
Nochmals, HERZLICHSTEN Dank, Doug!!! (a.k.a. "Lane")
Tschuess,
Anonomann
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