I had not written much poetry or haiku of late, but some spewed out yesterday early. I thought that I would put it down for your perusal.
In the daily grind
our morning coffee must be
areally good grind
fast food for breakfast
a super sized Big Mac lunch
the fast lane to fat
skinny bike riders
poured into neon spandex
do they have a job?
commuter traffic
cell phones and mugs of coffee
driving must come last
I-pod in one ear
cell phone stuck to the other
silence has no place
sitting in silence
just being and relaxing
a forgotten art
real conversation
home made, pre-Starbucks, coffee
relics of the past
dining room tables
unused and covered with junk
where did we go wrong?
Families don't talk
they e-mail or text message
conversation's dead
Well, they're almost rantings from atop a soapbox, or so they seem as I re-read them. But ... it's my BLOG and so I guess you're stuck with them. They are based on my daily observations of my fellow Sapiens, and filtered through my own set of predjudices.
Arizona caught my eye, and my heart, many years ago. I love it ... it's people, history and it's desert.
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