Evolution

Poetry can uphold the world,
Breathe life into life,
In a time of turmoil.

Only words,
So loved,
Can stand out
Like a reckoning;
Buoyed up like a boat,
On uncharted waters.

The time to live 
Is now;
The moment to shine
Is real.

When all is said
And done,
There is nothing more
To say,

The tree loses its blossoms.

And so,
The world keeps turning.

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More poems to follow.

XXOO, Bill.

Motion

C.K. Williams
has gone off the rails,
and all hail the loss of words
for writing, and dying.

Who am I to criticize?

Just another poet
steeped in tea, in life,
in the air
I breathe.

The best words
are left to chance.

Every motion
of Life
tells all,
eventually.

Neil Armstrong--1930-2012

Moon

Being tenants of this Earth
We gave praise to the spaciousness,
While filling in the barrenness
With mud-huts and sticks.

The challenge and promise
To advance gave sunlight new meaning:

Fields tilled; berries picked;
And, weather reports,
Occupied the Farmer’s thoughts.

For stretching into Spring seemed
An eyes blink of each great leap
Of an account books figures.

I often think of Armstrong’s hand;
The way in which it blocked-out
The Earth.

Space,
No longer free
Of individual destiny,
Seeks the smallness
Of things.

This is what the Sharecropper
Knew,
As those first steps
Were 
Taken,

And,
Our deeds
Live on

In timeless, transcendent,

Space.

Small Beginnings

How does one wrap things up?


The Journey is just beginning,
And your entire life is but a moment.


Take small steps forward;
The past will not hinder your progress.


To stay stuck
Is not an option.


Your best day
Is today,
So let go.

Finis

My head feels
As light and airy
As a croissant.


It may be the blood pressure meds,
Maybe not.


If you reveal too much
Of yourself,
You bleed out 
All of the mystery of Life.


It is the progative 
Of the Poet
To be mistaken,
Or misunderstood.


Sometimes, endings
Are small beginnings.


There is always more
To say,
To write.

Responsibility

You have to get beyond
The inner scars.
The Past can be an enemy
Or a friend.
Forgiveness plays its role;
Guiding you forward.


Take off the coat
Of Childhood,
Because you’ve outgrown it.


Life will throw you
Many choices.


It is up to you
To walk the solid Path;
To live your life
And own it.