Tomorrow’s work is full
of dreams,
of plans,
of goals
no form until the new day dawns,
curling quiet at our feet while
heads still rest on pillows, it
waits to be fed with new energy.
“Each day is always breaking out anew.
Aspirations swirling round what you do.”
~ Richard L. Ratliff, poet
Tomorrow is….
Out on the…..
Maps are….
Orchestration of….
Running toward….
Roaming the….
Options tested….
Wondering what….
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
~ L.M.Montgomery
Intention blossoms
as in a fog ~
I plan and resolve,
I set goals and plant ideas.
Something is missing….
Looking around,
digging in drawers
and behind cupboard doors
to find the magic something
for intention to be good and true,
Enjoying the search,
the organizing
the imagining
the missing something
is at my fingertips.
“Dance…enjoy each step along the way.”
~ Wayne Dyer
(1940~ 2015)
That’s not what I want,
Words that tripped through my head, so poetic and lovely, faded to stiff, stilted black curls when written on the page. That’s not what I want.
I want the insight of Maya Angelou, the dry humour of Billy Collins, the soul depths of Mary Oliver. I am but a fledgling poet of sorts. A hit and miss poet who dares
claim the title ‘poet’. But we all
learn our craft from a beginning
of shaping words, learning the
vocabulary of the soul, the heart
or fine wit. So one day my own
voice of poetry should mature.
“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.”
~ Helen Keller
Undercurrents
Yachts lined up at the Marina left Shandra with mixed feelings. She worked at the little cafe serving the local Marina’s clients and tourists. She listened to them visit about their sailing experiences, the places they docked, how far they could travel on their yachts. Most of the yachts were not really what she would call a yacht. “You’ve been watching too many Bond movies!” One of her coworkers frequently gave her a hard time about her opinions. On one hand she wanted desperately to just leave work, climb aboard one of the larger yachts and head out to sea. On the other hand, she knew that the cost of a yacht, and the yearly upkeep was far more than her little apartment cost. Probably more than she made in a year at the three jobs she kept up. And then there was night school. “It’s just not fair, Nolan. They come in here complaining about how many bills to maintain their yacht. My money concerns are about keeping the lights on, the heat, food, a roof over my head and tuition.” Shandra’s tables were filling up. “I guess I’d better put a smile on my face, stop complaining and be grateful that these yacht folks and their guests come in at all.” She tucked away her longing to sail away, and greeted the patrons, filling their water glasses. “Can I get you something to drink or an appetizer?”
“Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important.”
~ Jaachynma N.E.Agu, The Prince and the Pauper
