9/15/11

All morning meetings set to start at eight
Are no doubt scheduled by a beast from hell,
All other groups conveneing sanely late,
Will surely settle matters just as well.
No tangible advantage is obtained,
Conscripting the exhausted out of bed,
Except resentfull thoughts and  mental strain,
Ensuring none remember what was said.

9/14/11

There are some days where nothing works at all,

It makes no difference how hard one may try,

Each new initiative will fail and stall,

With no result as hours fritter by.

Each impetus is rendered impotent,

All giving leaves the world with something less,

Our final course must be abandonment.

And claiming that we simply tried our best.

9/13/11

A pleasant visit to our home,

A night to chat of life, and art,

A fleeting chance we may atone,

For spans we have been far apart.

An evening to enrich our souls,

Before our days are spent again,

Engrossed with those we barely know,

While reminiscing of our friends.

9/12/11

A celebration to announce the relocation of a friend,
A last occasion marked and measured from the day he must depart.
How many farewell dinners have I had the honor to attend?
How many more, without announcement of such endings, broke my heart?

9/11/11

No poetry describes a sense of loss,
When true acuity can't be conveyed.
No weighty words can balance out the cost,
That comes of what is gone and can't return.
Time is the only scribe that speaks a verse,
Which calms the horror of a heart that aches.
It's meter, measuring the pain at first,
Becomes our story as we slowly learn.