Saturday, June 9, 2018

what a day!

I'm feeling kinda lazy
My computer is driving me crazy
At least I have no pain
Just checking my e-mail again
is a major chore and such a bore
I've got four e-mail addresses
No, make that five
There's one I never use
Today I have a very short fuse
I'm dazed and confused
Somebody help me
untangle the web
of dreams askew
and find me something
better to do!

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

I.S.o.M.


I Sing of Medication

Fissure of Lamotrigine,
Stream of Sertraline,
Anti-depressant rivers
and tributaries
in their steady course wake up
a stagnant brain...

Come to my aid,
waters of surcease.
Ease the aching, the longing,
the tiredness.
Wash up to my feet
sparkling stones
of happiness.

Let me open weary eyes
to the Heart
of Llight and God.


rc
6/6/18

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Isn't it?

For Reverend K., Whose Favorite Phrase was "Isn't it?"

It isn't always isn't it!
It could be wasn't it!
It could be why not after all?
Or doesn't it!
Mustn't it?
Couldn't it?
Wouldn't it?
Shouldn't it?
Why not??
Doesn't it?


(Kiss)

RC
8/8/16

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Verrazano Bridge


(This was a scene one black night outside my hospital window.)


The Verrazano Bridge at Night


I’m counting the lights twinkling,
enormity of vastness.

Smiling, two jubilant red cherry sparkles on top –
bright against steel grey,
chambers grey night –



7/16

Friday, April 27, 2018

Reminder to Self

1. Remember that I have been sick before,and I can get through this.
2.This is really the best time of  my life.
3. I will vow to act cheerful until I am actually cheerful. too. It brightens up those around you. It works!
4. I have everything I need right now.
5. We were  born to be happy. It is possible to be happy. and to stop overthinking and anxiety.



Love from Self to Self, RC

Friday, March 2, 2018

For Lillian, RIP 2/22/16

African Violets


Long, long ago
in my mother's house
African violets
were strangely flourishing,
though most people
watched theirs wither and
lose faith in ever being
understood by mortal man
or woman.

My mother was very good at
"benign neglect;"
(Perhaps I should call it
Divine neglect.)
Flowers found her kindness,
her whenever-she-thought-of-it waterings,
never too soon, nor too late.

Mostly I'm sure they
did appreciate, she had read
somewhere, these tender violets,
being tropical plants,
must be given warm water in a dish
underneath the pot,
where through the hole at the bottom
the flowers would suck up the water gently,
at their own pace.

That was my mother,
not too careless, or too close;
a pervasive negativity
could be shattered by a flower
or a smile....


rc

Thursday, March 1, 2018

poem for today

Direction


Walk carefully
through your life.
A detour may be
your best bet sometimes.

Take a deep breath.
Embrace what is hard:
snow, rain, wind,
quitting smoking.

Love every creature
that you meet.
If you have cats,
be aware of their thoughts.

You can always choose
another direction,
but still, every
place you walk forward,
the path is
straight ahead.


rc