I need a secretary

Today more than ever I am worried about having gained some weight.  Not a lot, but enough to make me upset.  Upset totally out of proportion with the problem.  I'm in good health, considering.  Home life is ok.  Just really upset about the weight.  I want to lose a minimum of 10 lbs. as soon as possible.  Ordered some health supplements, hope they help.

Someone who used to be my closest friend is fading out of my life.  That is, the colors are fading.  From brilliant sky blue to yucky grey.  I don't have anything else to say about that.  It doesn't merit my thought or my time.

I'm in conflict about sharing a lot of my poetry online.  Working on a book, would like to keep most of it to myself these days.  Will the book ever be finished?  As long as I'm alive, probably not.  Picasso said, "A painting is never finished, you just get interrupted."  I kinda hope that one of these days I'll find a reason for an interruption, or at least a point where I can distinguish what I've done from what I am still doing, and stop and put together what I have so far.  I used to be a secretary.  I need a secretary.

TODAY

TODAY

It is real.
There are facts,
like math;
It is not founded
on gibberish, this universe.

4/7/17

rc

POTTED PLANT

POTTED PLANT

Like a potted plant I sit
in the windy sun
pondering all that
I have done.

I have not followed
the road straight and narrow,
and I've been no stranger
to sorrow.

I wanted to see the world,
and I
saw much of the United States;

Through all of it
I could hardly say
that any had been a mistake.

The world is narrow,
the world is wide,
there's always something else
on the other side..

But coming home to Brooklyn
to sit in a pot
now is all I've got
and all I cherish;

Where my grandparents lived
is my abode,
and I'm not sorry
for the ride I rode.

Handicapped now
from wear and tear,
my pleasure is in
the knowledge I bear.

The world is narrow,
the world is wide,
there's always something else
on the other side.

RC  3/30/17

Today's Riddle

Question:  What did the lady say to her neighbor upstairs with a hole in her kitchen floor?

Answer:  "You can drop in anytime."

rc

today's new stuff

Sometimes I wish a beautiful moment, like me with my kitty on my lap nose to nose.  But it does last forever, because every beautiful moment is a moment in eternity.
And it is eternal in memory, my own and the collective unconscious, which is cell memory.  Thus we hold eternity in our very cells.
The electric spark between me and my cat creates a mark in memory for both of us, and in a small but powerful way, reinforces the universal connection between people and animals.
*****

more haiku:

The sidewalk is pink
and the shadows are blue,
all is well in my world.


A dozen pink roses
flung back at me -
The cat loves me, anyway.

*****

Another one for the ex-

If dromedaries had spots,
you could stop by and see
my pink polka dot bikini,
but dromedaries don't.

So study your own
stamp collection,
our love never belonged
in the first-class section.

*****

RC

New Haikus

We bow to the Queen of Queens, the King of Kings, our Father/Mother God.

Unafraid of my cigarette, a brave butterfly brushes my cheek.

The lost and forsaken are but tarnished silver, living in boxes.

When Cheryl's good she's a gem in cement, but when she's bad she's awful.

Hungry cats in my kitchen run to their dishes faster than fishes.

Black angel stands tall washing dishes as if it's a sacred duty.

rc

*These were not set up properly.  It is interesting to note that Walt Whitman originally did not set up his lines properly, and after someone told him to do that, his work looked better and was easier to understand.  They will look completely different now.

(17 syllables, but not really haiku unless set up like a poem.):

Unafraid of my cigarette,
a brave butterfly brushes
my cheek.

The lost and forsaken are but
tarnished silver,
living in boxes.

When Cheryl's good she's a gem
in cement,
but when she's bad she's awful.

Black angel stands tall
washing dishes as if
it's a sacred duty.

Hungry cats in my kitchen
run to their dishes
faster than fishes.

We bow to the
Queen of Queens,
the King of Kings,
our Father/Mother God.

rc
 

Just more poems

Gertrude Stein's Circular Universe

Revolving, evolving, revolving
circles,
the circles go round and round
and so do we.

Now here we are in Ireland,
perhaps we are in France -
it makes no difference to me -
and the three cats agree.

xxxxxxx

THIS HAUNTED HOUSE

All my life I've lived in
this haunted house

Where the heater in the basement
bangs like a death drum

It's too cold at night
and the windows don't open in the summer

Sometimes when the heat starts up
it crackles like
a forest fire

Strange people sit in corners, reading

The heater in the basement
sounds like a death drum

xxxxxx