Only The Ordinary

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Renewal

First butterfly
of the year
flits into sight

saying hello,
saying goodbye

closing a circle,
opening a gate.

Wado

Poetry is a Way,
just one,
but important.

Words, ordinary
or profound,
demanding
to be spoken.

Sounds heard
after the
ringing bell
is silent:

Listen hard!

Remembering War

In the deep silence,
memories come and go.

Whatever was.
Whatever wasn’t.
Whatever is.

Floating like clouds
on time’s invisible wind,
a million dead soldiers
march across the sky
intent on nowhere.

Victory and defeat:
nothing matters anymore.

Recipe

Too many words
spoil the poem.

Stir the pot lightly,
add the necessary,
leave out what’s not.

Let white space
speak loudly,
saying what
can’t be said.

Delicate creation.
Delectable result.

Only The Ordinary

A white head
filled
with wisdom?

Make a list.
Out the door.

Off to the
grocery store!