Does tomorrow truly know whichever way the wind will blow
Or will it wait accepting fate and in accord with as is must.
What kind of trust can sit upon the facts of lacking certitude
& the mood of times own attitude manoeuvring at will.
As we learn and as we grow we find the things we need to know
Lest we forget that rain is wet – the sky reveals just how it feels
A hatful of cowboy songs & hillybilly poems
– im home upon the range of lifes own lessons.
Short poems with simple words affirm the sense of things once heard
A revelation is as must we stand beneath belief in trust
Our biases confirmed we understand that what is learnt
Is nothing more than we knew before or less
Our biases confirmed we understand that what is learnt
Is nothing new but just a view cemented
in our version of the truth.
If your roof is leaking don’t blame the rain
If your tooth is hurting understand that pain is speaking the only way it knows…
The grass is green I see it clearly via cones accepting light
The grass is blue and science knows that other hues are likely too.
Flowing in and out of reason tis the season of summers will
Ink filled lines defining times of lifes arrival beyond the hill.
Morning pages fill themselves with whatever seems to matter most
Coming next for the poet dux is another coffee and a round of toast.
Leave a Reply