Carpe diem,
and then
let it go.
let it go.
Often I’ll replay
the most recent interaction
I had with anyone
and judge it
like a glass of wine.
the most recent interaction
I had with anyone
and judge it
like a glass of wine.
Sometimes I’m satisfied
with its perfection, it’s profundity,
but often I wish
it had gone better.
with its perfection, it’s profundity,
but often I wish
it had gone better.
This dissatisfaction
keeps me alive,
digging deeper into this
mucky human soil
to find hidden treasures
and cherish them,
but not
to possess them,
keeps me alive,
digging deeper into this
mucky human soil
to find hidden treasures
and cherish them,
but not
to possess them,
which is,
of course,
the whole point
of the lesson.
of course,
the whole point
of the lesson.
Buddah . . .so wonderful. I love what I discover when I read your poems. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI followed you back from Poetic Asides -- I loved this there, too.
ReplyDeleteI love what your poetry does to my brain... it twists, and sometimes hurts, but it's great.
ReplyDeleteI love your image of treasures in the muck of our souls... then, perhaps, is the discrepancy of society that the treasures in our hearts are "another man's trash"?
"Cherish them but not possess them." Inspired line. You really dig deep, Buddah, and I appreciate that very much! Want some snarky cynicism about the Occupy Wall Street movement? Here's the Kardashinista point of view! Love you, Ameleh
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