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The Surface

Gem Lake

 The Surface

—o—

We operate

You and I

We nod, we converse, we agree

We go about our business

On the surface

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The chinks

They show on occasion

But we conceal them

Expertly shroud them

On the surface

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And those who dare

Peep beneath

They rear aghast

At the rife ugliness they see

A cauldron of noxious brews

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Of voices falling on deaf ears

Of conflicting emotions

Of affections forgotten

Of relations trivialized

Of promises broken

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Yet it all appears just fine

On the surface

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A Little Bit of Sunshine

RMNPA perfect day in Rocky Mountain National Park, CO

—o—

Grumpy

After a long work night

Battling my instincts

To fall asleep at the wheel

Or run through the red light

 

No I can’t hit the bed yet

It’s friday still

 

School drop

And chores, endless chores

Milk’s run out

And yes apples,

Can’t do without those damn apples.

 

I prowl around

In a half daze

Dumping stuff

In my recyclable cloth bag

Green is my middle name

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 Then disaster strikes

At the checkout counter

With all my effects on the floor

On display for the world

To see and ridicule

 

And just when I was  ready

To pitch and scram

Before the tears sprout

Like from a ruptured dam

I felt a gentle tap on my arm

 

It was the grocery clerk

 

Always in attendance

With a warm smile on her face

I sighed with relief

Everything will be fine

Because of little Ms. Sunshine

Simple Pleasures

TongaThe Tonga (Horse drawn carriage) as seen on the streets of Agra, India

Simple Pleasures

—o—

I reminisce with immense fondness

 Memories of homeland shores

When life was unadulterated

And goals within reach

Such as…

Walking barefoot on the sand

Gorging cotton candy at the fair

Screaming hoarse along with the radio

And yes, the occasional pleasure ride around town

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Tonga or Tanga: तांगा Hindi meaning Hansom or Horse carriage

Love Is…

bloom

 

Love Is…

—o—

Love is innocent

Love is pure

Love is tough

It can endure

  

Love is a rock

It stands the test of time

Love is tender

A sweet surrender

 

Love is honey

Yet it can taste bitter

Love is desire

Sets hearts a twitter

  

Love is work

May take years to master

A genuine effort

Can unravel this twister

 

Love is weird

Hard to comprehend

It is a riddle

A never-ending maze

 

Love is pernicious

Most fall victim

Remedies are simple

A look, a touch, a dimple.

A Gargoyle in my Suitcase… Me and I

Gargolyle

Seen at the Denver Airport Baggage Claim

Me and I (A Conspiracy Theory)

—o—

When I stumbled onto me
A weirder thing could never be

We are but one and the same
Yet go by different names

We share the same vessel
Yet forever tussle

Like a gargoyle in my suitcase
A stranger in the mirror

I’m in a quandary
Am I…I, or am I me?

Pieta – A Divine Experience

Pieta

Pietà (1498-1499) by Michelangelo Buonarotti, housed in St. Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City.

Don’t be surprised if your eyes well up. Being in it’s presence is an intensely emotional experience.

I was told that Michelangelo was just 24 when he completed this masterpiece. Does that make it a case of divine intervention? We shall never know but can for sure presume.

Also this happens to be the only work that Michelangelo ever signed.