Ode to Citrus On a Winter day Rain pours from the roof The sky is cloudy gray. The garden is bare Tomatos withered Nothing left to share. But in back I find Round globes fuzzy brown On the kiwi vine. In the corner I see A bright yellow ball On the lemon tree. An orange tangerine Hanging from a branch Among leaves bright green. Down the street I see Bright orange persimmons On the neighbor's tree. It's as if the sun Has emerged to say Winter is almost done. -MW | Let Be! Let pass what can no longer be, Let die what has run its course, Let go what is spent! Nothing is here to stay All changes from day to day, Let go what is gone! -JM An epigram a day: Life is a blending of the actual and of dream. Neither should be neglected. To think too much is to know too little. Poetic fruits are customarily rooted in existential discontent. Art and thought counter personal blight and existential agony. You are what you believe the world to be. To emote is to be alive, to reflect is to survive. Feeling provide thrust and thought gives direction. We treasure what we have lost or have never had. -JM |
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An epigram a day:
Culture is smug in its self-adoration. Nature is cruel in its utter indifference. Wildflowers need no caring and feelings, no tutoring. Rabbits never chase coyotes. Things are not the important things in life. Beauty is not in the eye but in the heart of the beholder. A wasted day may be a day well spent. Reason argues; animal spirits prevail.
An epigram a day: Actuality is depressing, possiblity impressing. Death may be life's major thrust, it energizes. Be governed by your hopes and not by your fears. One treasures things, when things are scarce. When things are plentiful, indifference becomes bountiful. Deserved rest is sweet rest. Each dawn is a new beginning. -JM Piccolisms: Never walk when you can run. |
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