week 677 [from week 1] a simple transference of radiance

a simple transference of radiance
at the moment the sun hits the water
before it’s extinguished light together
with reflection a golden circumstance
that we await wine glasses held ready
to salute and in that instant we are
giddy with twilight the ocean calls our
names watching waiting darkness descend we
head indoors light within us laughing at
our good fortune to be here friends away
from all that is uncertain morning may
overwrite this feeling but we know that
for now we are strongly simply happy
and everything is just as it should be

week 676 [from week 2] I swallow my heart like a goldfish

I swallow my heart like a goldfish and
hope it remembers how to swim back to
its old spot in my chest what did I do
to end up holding disappointment’s hand
again I say it doesn’t matter it
really does though I close my eyes but my
mind pops open and as hard as I try
I can’t collide with sleep so we just sit
my dreams and I on the edge of the bed
and wait it out like drunkards or cowboys
or someone with plans until light destroys
our refuge and day drags us out instead
of hope grant me a lifetime warranty
so I can schedule my recovery

week 675 ~ the bittersweet morning arrives in grey

the bittersweet morning arrives in grey
trailing a rain cloud on the horizon
we wake up in an uncertain autumn
a tilted world holds disaster away
with thumbtacks as hope slides to the edge say
what you will we can taste oblivion
in our cornflakes in our eggs overdone
in our coffee bitter and black today
we suit up to save the world though doubtful
of the tools we can employ we’re steadfast
armed with a belief that democracy
won’t fail on our watch chewing a mouthful
of all that’s gone wrong we mean to outlast
our misfortune from sea to shining sea

week 672 ~ a time to think about

a time to think about
how the world spins today
a time to blot dreams out

a time to cry to shout
hard to refrain they say
a time to think about

this mess but my hideout
beckons don’t go that way
a time to blot dreams out

easier to hide from doubt
when the future’s in play
a time to think about

nothing a news blackout
would work hold facts at bay
a time to blot dreams out

I am too small to rout
disaster push away
a time to think about
a time to blot dreams out

week 670 ~ is there nothing to be done

is there nothing to be done
is there nowhere to be glad
we have let the vandals run
is there nothing to be done
to head off the destruction
of the safety we once had
is there nothing to be done
is there nowhere to be glad

week 669~ as if waiting for the moon rise

as if waiting for the moon rise
now birds fall silent insects hum
themselves to sleep dreaming of sun
watching the forest through their eyes
we welcome evening in disguise
troubles dropping by the wayside
lost in fallen acorns they hide
with past disappointments as if
they realize a single wiff
of doubt could shove our peace aside

week 668 ~ since music’s best served as a team sport

since music’s best served as a team sport
don’t forget friends in isolation
dream of a time we’ll freely consort
since music’s best served as a team sport
and playing alone’s a last resort
or a prelude for contemplation
since music’s best served as a team sport
don’t forget friends in isolation

week 667 ~ good friends

good friends
good cheer
calm winds
good friends
time bends
no fear
good friends
good cheer

week 666 ~ anticipation

anticipation
brings a welcome smile
of pure elation
anticipation
no need to ration
joy relax awhile
anticipation
brings a welcome smile

week 665 ~ time stops so we move on

time stops so we move on
separately ahead
accounts now overdrawn

sleepy dreams on the lawn
should be a sign instead
time stops so we move on

but where can it have gone
unheeded or misread
accounts now overdrawn

the mist of quiet dawn
o’er takes us still in bed
time stops so we move on

conclusions have been drawn
worrying a loose thread
accounts now overdrawn

desperation’s upon
us have we been misled
time stops so we move on
accounts now overdrawn