Category Archives: Poetry

RESOLUTIONS

resolutionsResolutions?
I’d rather not say.
“Smoking? Weight loss?
Training? New boss?
Old problems – new solutions?
Straight talk – no convolutions?
Hmmm, something that I missed?
Maybe trim your Facebook list?”
I’ll not say, you need not guess,
They’re private, but I will confess,
The approach that I prefer,
Next year I’ll tell you what they were.

Winter Walking

Winter walking,
Sort of kind of in a hurry,
It’s cold, there’s been a little flurry,
Still, I’m trying not to scurry,
But then it happens,
The slippery sole,
My feet start to lose control,
For a moment I think the slip will pass,
In a millisecond I’m on my ass,
But before I ascertain my fitness,
I check to see if there’s a witness,
And only then, when I’m alone,
Do I check for bruise and broken bone,
And finding none I’m off the floor,
Although a little stiff and sore,
My arm hurts, but is in its socket,
Just wish my work keys weren’t in my pocket.

FACES

faces 2
(picture by Loïc Viatte)

Where do we find ourselves
When we look
When we really look
Thinking our humanness
Has spilled out around
Personifications abound
Because a new way of seeing
Shows not that our being
Has morphed into
Objects and machinery
Our ego infiltrating
Industrial scenery
No instead we see traces
Of our own faces
Everywhere to remind us
That you can find us
Intricately woven
In ever part of this sphere
Because what we do here
Is not separate, interjected
But instead is connected
In discreet symmetry
To show that we
Are not overlords or seers
But part of the gears
Of the pulse and the flow
The planetary glow
Is not provided by us
But we’re of it.

The Flower-Seller’s Tent

steven hahn flower-seller's tentWarm inside the flower-seller’s tent
where I hide from the cold
stretching out my intent
to eventually purchase
a flower or two
but only after inspecting each plant through and through
as the seller harangues with his jovial taunt
I say with a smile….
“when I see it well then I’ll know just what I want!”
but after a while his tone becomes terse
so I finally take the few coins in my purse
and gladiolas in hand, with my last money spent
I return to the cold from the flower-seller’s tent.

Coffee Shop Philosophy

Coffee shop philosophy
Spilling over from the table beside me
As I grab a sandwich before grocery shopping,
Talk of dualism, quotes from Lao Tsu, cocky existentialism and young man’s posturing gushing forth from the guy with a radio voice.
My coffee makes me giggle.