.........
Here and Gone
In the middle of
everything going on,
course plotted, autopilot on,
Nothing to do. We need to wait.
Together. We wait together.
Perhaps we hold hands.
Bump shoulders.
Giggle.
Like so many moments
this passes and we're
off again.
Gone.
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Copyright
Poem
DLWhite
1/11/24
07:35
You can label it
and move on …
And you will go sub-surface
when the name of it grabs you.
It - something - anything.
The image of the Vietnam Veterans wall pops to mind, and
(I’m sure I had a picture here when we were there),
the staggering number of names and how often we look for the one.
The one. That one that ….
Everywhere we touch can open like a portal
to whatever depth you’re willing to dive.
Most often it seems
we splash in the shallows
with manageable waves.
People may say,
“You’re not paying attention!”, and
they don’t know how much else
is going on right this moment.
Looking for a single bumpersticker
That covers it all.
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Poem
© David L White
12/23/2023
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Infinite. Eternal. Whatever.
We can start if you like.
Talk a walk.
Order in lunch.
Start a diary.
I mean … start a
manly, map journal
with rocks, blood, and sticks
and moss or rabbit fur for
staunching
the flow, while
diagramming this
bleeding life.
I’m quite sure I,
that is, I, will not,
will not, make it to the end
of the tallied totals.
Infinite. Eternal.
You might not
be there
any way.
And … I’ve already
seen … some of the
credits ... rolling.
Otherwise,
No comment.
Call my office.
..
…
©
Poem
DLWhite
January 3, 2024
4:29 pm
This gift I give, this praise to others,
is a selfish maneuver.
Thank you. Keep up the good work.
It means that I, in this moment, see you.
Wish you well.
I do it because it makes me feel better. Me.
There is the selfish part. I am quite sure,
after viewing many faces smiling,
the lovely energy radiates outward.
Any more no doubt.
I have also learned that others cannot
seem to extend themselves in this manner.
For whatever set of reasons. And that’s fine, too.
I certainly am not advising you.
Have a good time, if you are so inclined.
…
Poem 1/16/24
Adding more heart to mind. This is caring.
This is caring with thoughtfulness.
This is where mindfulness becomes carefulness.
The mindfulness people say to watch your thoughts.
It might be a reasonable idea to watch your mouth as well.
Or listen to what comes in and what goes out.
...
1/17/24
This is also a draft, but why wait?
If you have the idea it may not need any more editing.
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Enlightened poetry
I wander from room to room,
speaking to myself aloud,
sometimes without my dictate phone.
That’s all the light I need.
The rooms are helpful.
Windows critical.
I could only speculate on what you might need.
This comparing of things. This is judgment.
At what cost?
How much more enlightenment than this?
It seems the way is in the wandering.
This is a fragment of the map.
…
DLWhite
1/16/24
Poem
I've been making vase faces for awhile. I am glad to see something else appear. It may have been due to the seemingly late launch of winter that brings these new faces to mind ... to hand.
New scribbles. Mid January 2024.
Infinite. Eternal. Whatever.
We can start if you like.
Talk a walk.
Order in lunch.
Start a diary.
I mean … start a
manly, map journal
with rocks, blood, and sticks
and moss or rabbit fur for
staunching
the flow, while
diagramming this
bleeding life.
I’m quite sure I,
that is, I, will not,
will not, make it to the end
of the tallied totals.
Infinite. Eternal.
You might not
be there
any way.
And … I’ve already
seen … some of the
credits ... rolling.
Otherwise,
No comment.
Call my office.
..
…
©
Poem
DLWhite
January 3, 2024
4:29 pm
