Poetry
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Sometimes
Sometime things
don’t go as we planned
No forever marriages
loving children at hand
Sometimes we watch
the news with dread
Will there be violence
With too many dead
Sometimes a friend
May sharpen their wits
Become distant or critical
Calling it quits
But
We still have music
Dancing, the Mets
We still have beaches
Watching the sun as it sets.
We still have ice cream
With hot fudge atop
We still have sunflowers
And Amazon to shop
(for good or bad)
The sun always rises
“This too shall pass”
So, to eternal hope
Raise a proverbial glass.
Stuck
The words are stuck.
If I try hard enough
can I shake them up?
Rattle Rattle
in my head
scrambled words
in search of a poem.
Hoping the sentences
will flow
and make sense.
At least to me
I close my eyes
and imagine a poem
that dances and sings.
Letters cavorting
into magical words
that dazzle.
Instead
Blanks, Blanks.
Maybe another day.