A Northman's Reveries

A Northman's Reveries

 

And now Sharpiegate!

C'mon, admit it: You're going to miss Trump when he's gone. W's Bush-isms weren't half as entertaining, and of course Obama with all his charisma and class, integrity and intelligence was no fun. It will probably mean the end of late night talk shows. Editorial cartoonists will need to apply for unemployment. It'll be the end of democracy as we've known it these past three years. Just reminds us to appreciate what we've got in the moment.

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: September 7, 2019]

 

 

Send me out into another life
                lord because this one is growing faint
     I do not think it goes all the way

                      --W.S. Merwin

 

 

In W.S. Merwin we admired not only the poetry but also the poet.

Which unfortunately can't be said for a lot of poets.

So many couldn't live up to the beauty and profoundness of their own words.

But then, truth be told, neither can I.

Alas, I am better on paper than in person.

...which I suspect is why many of us write.

 

 

[First posted: July 15, 2019]

 

          I needed my mistakes
    in their own order

to get me here

           --W.S. Merwin

 

 

Glad to be alive? Yes.

But it was a rough road getting to this point.

Not sure I'd want to make the trip again.

 

 

 

 

[First posted: June 17, 2019]

 

 

I received your email, and for the past two days
I've been trying to think what to say.
Words fail me--As you can well appreciate,
an uncomfortable state of affairs for a writer.

Yes, I will miss you.
Yes, I am sad at the prospect of your death.
Yes, I am grateful for our friendship 
and how it has enriched my life (and my writing)
over these many years.

But the words sound so trite when put down on paper,
so inadequate to the occasion, the anticipated loss of
a valued friend.

And then this morning, when out walking on my hillside,
I noticed the first signs of summer sliding into autumn:
One of the sugar maples is just beginning to turn,
signaling the changing of the seasons.

And once again I found in nature that peace
that stills the mind and fills the heart.
If I could, I would send you that peace.
As it is, I can only leave you with my sense
of gratitude for the many moments we have shared,
and a sad gladness that our paths crossed--
several times--on our separate journeys.

Godspeed on yours now. I will eat an orange in your honor
and whisper your name to the wind.

I guess that's what I wanted to say.
Farewell, my friend.

 

 

 

[First posted: August 22, 2018]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 O Lord,

We're grateful that we can come together as a family,
united in our love in spite of the misguided political views held
by some of our members gathered with us here today.

We hold hands around this table,
putting aside our differences,
confident that Your wisdom
will help them see the error of their ways.

We give thanks for the bounty of this table
and for our nation rich in its blessings,
now threatened by the idiotic policies being proposed
by a certain political party who shall remain nameless
because we have put politics aside on this day of Thanksgiving.
Really, you would not believe the asinine things they're considering--

What?

Oh, sorry, Lord. Margaret reminds me
that I can get a bit carried away in defense of
truth and justice and, heck, just basic common sense.

We ask that You bless this great nation of ours in the year coming
as we must choose between sanity and 
the catastrophic alternative offered by the other party.

We pray this in the name of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ,
who we know shares the same values as half of us sitting here at this table.

Amen.

...Margaret, why aren't there any knives on the table?

 

 

 

[First posted: November 26, 2015]