By definition,
tomorrow never gets
here
and I am convinced
that God is forever
re-creating the past
as a cosmic collective
reconstructed memory
for His own amusement.
So all that
exists
is in the
here and now
and even this
is an illusion.
So,
when I say
I want my illusion
to be
beautiful
compelling
sweet and juicy
equal parts
silly and
magnificent,
I’m serious.
As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.
ReplyDeleteMy son has a label in his room that says "the present is a gift; that's my it's called the present."
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ReplyDeleteThis was written for the crow that perched itself high on the third floor of my office building, and was squawking ala Mussonlini to the world. It was beautiful and absurd.
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