Revision: very important; and today's report

very important:  Whoever is reading this, I want you to know I changed the poem called "The Lonelinesss" in the post called "2 more poems."
It was terrible. I picked out the best part. If you read it the first time, I'm sorry, it was a total bunch of crap.




I have a new "Smart" phone, but I am not smart enough to use it, or it isn't that smart, it's too termperamental, or I am..

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!

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

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

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

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

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