Thursday, September 15, 2022

16 Ways to Poke Yourself in the Eye

                 1

All this stuff about time

and reality!  How much

I miss pretending 

I’m thinking at all.

               2

The curse of too many words;

the curse of too few.

I’d like to live between the two.

             3

I read and read and read;

don’t know how to think.

Thoughts come, say, “We’re

Here.  Got you covered.” 

           4

I keep a nice yard.

No merit for paradise;

only a nicely trimmed

soul will get me in.

          5

Self-discipline is over-

rated.  It is the only 

ignorance I truly know.

         6

“Know the rules so 

they can be broken!”

Nothing gets broken 

anymore.

         7

I shoot the bow 

to lose and find

myself – I barely

hit the target.

         8

I say I know nothing 

of prayer, pray all 

the time, know they’re

answered when I hear,

“Thank you.”

         9

I gave my heart away.

Don’t want it back.

Keep it forever.

         10

My parents are dead.

I keep seeing and hearing

them.  That line between

pretty thin.

        11

My body aches.

My soul sighs.

Who am I to believe?

       12

It is Sunday.

The wind blows as if

it’s Monday. What 

do I know of time?

      13

When I was born I 

had no dreams I’d

be this way.

      14

My parents were 

people of the word.

I am their son.

     15

I have nothing

left to give but 

myself – it’s taken

70 years to figure that out.

       16

People speak of goals.

I laugh.  I prefer being

drawn out by dreams.

     Epilogue 

Tomorrow I may see

more of my follies:

more laughter, more tears,

more dreams gathered around me.


-Byron Hoot

 hootnhowlpoetry.com

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