As the social distancing and lockdown continue I get to be more and more introspective. Thus these two poems written during the isolation tend to center a bit more on me.
Please forgive my internal musings and a slight slide into ego-centrism.
Memories lap on cortex
some are a refreshing lave,
some a suffocating wave.
I roam in the matrix.
I see a few achievements
midst the shipwrecks of my dreams.
I choose to recall what seems
to give contentment.
My mind skims o'er the surface
and I seldom plumb the deep
for there the memories sleep
I would fain erase.
Where there is pain and sorrow,
where there is remorse and grief
memory lapse gives relief—
plan for the morrow.
Thus is my philosophy
while sailing on memory,
"The past is done, let it be—
oil the troubled sea."
My poems,
observations
sans cloying sentiment.
Just simple statements of my truth—
my poems.
My poems
are straight forward,
no need to second guess.
There is naught between the lines of—
my poems.
My poems
succinct statements
words chosen carefully
nonsense, lore, or just descriptive—
my poems.
My poems
strive for one thing
pictorial plainness.
Stark, colorful and free of schmultz—
my poems.
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