Ellie Mae

Ellie Mae
Beautiful Ellie Mae

Freddie, the French Bulldog

Freddie, the French Bulldog
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

The artist

The artist
Ollie Mac

Ollie and Annie

Ollie and Annie
Azorean grandmother

Acrylics and watercolors

Acrylics and watercolors
Cannabis and sunflowers

Papa and Ollie Mac

Papa and Ollie Mac
Priorities, Baby

Acrylics and watercolors

Acrylics and watercolors
Hollyhocks

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

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Monday, October 10, 2011

Another Poem: More Choices

More Choices
If I want to know what Life is, then I better think of choices;
Look around me, feel open-simply listen to the voices.
In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,
Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.
Got many paths to follow, got many steps to dance;
There’s a whole lot of roadways; can’t get caught up by a glance. 
Grow some goodness, not a lot, takes some toil, but it’s worth it.
Work the soil, feel the sun, share some water, keep the earth fit.
Can’t be lazy, snoozing, napping, munching, snapping, goin’ nowhere.
Wake my feet up, get outside, look around and start to go where,
Down the sky sweeps to the seas, where the air directs the breeze,
And the sage presents its fragrance, I will want to be aware,
That the world is full of choices-listen up and hear the voices.
In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,
Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.
Get some school in-lots of work, write those papers with my eyes shut
wondering why I work so damn hard, just to get a little wise, but
Now I’ve done it, use that knowledge, think of byways, destinations
Build my highway, pave it smoothly, plan some worthwhile celebrations.
Meet a woman, treat her well, find the things we do together
Check her head, see what’s inside, check my own and start to measure.
Here’s a choice I can control, take my time cause there’s no hurry
Spend the time to know her well.  Then I’ll know I’m not to worry,
That the world is full of choices-listen up and hear the voices.
In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,
Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.
Got to work to make the loot, got to hustle to the root
of the system there’s no doubt, fraught with stress, so that it’s put
a lot of focus on my actions, got a spotlight on my back.
Think of all the ways to riches, on the one and only track,
That leads to where I want to go, down the line if I get old
In my rocker, in my slippers, with my cookies and my kettle.
I look back on my life’s long track, 
Did I make the right choices, did I put the answers back?
Did I make it to the top, the pinnacle of the road,
Did I treat my wooms right, did I pile up the gold?
Is there any point in knowing, while I’m noddin’ and a blinkin’
Did I make the right choices, did I feel my mind a thinkin?
That the world is full of choices-listen up and hear the voices.
In the hills, in the garden, in the kitchen, in my mind,
Keep my eyes clearly open; if I close them, then I’m blind.

2 comments:

  1. I like the rhythm - eyes open, choices to be made. But, is there any point in knowing at the end if the choices made were right? I guess not as there is nothing to be done at that point. There certainly is something to be said for re-evaluating along the way, though.

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  2. Any point in knowing if the choices were right? For me, absolutely not, because I do not look back with regret, only with interest. Others might need very much to know that the path they envisioned met with expectations. Whatever works. Besides, it's always fun to pose a rhetorical question, especially if you don't ponder the answer too much.

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