Life On A B-I7

Poetry Challenge Day 147 (Mon Feb 28)

I’ve come to the water
to look for Frog.
(For no particular reason.)
I don’t see him.
I assume he is afraid
to show his face to me.
I don’t blame him.
My kind are the reason
Water and Frog are so shy.
But there’s more here to see.
I’ve never seen rocks like these.
They look like they are made of steel.
They are beautiful.
Even though Water and Frog
are hiding from me,
they can’t hide these rocks.
The words the water speaks
as it courses around these rocks
is a mystery to me.
Frog would know what water is saying
if I could find him,
I would ask him to translate for me.

I completely stole the inspiration for this poem from Joy Harjo, or rather, the inspiration for this poem came from one by Joy Harjo that I tried desperately not to plagiarize…

Poetry Challenge Day 146 (Sun Feb 27)

I went cat skiing.
Tux wasn’t with me,
so it wasn’t really cat skiing.
It was a blast,
even though Tux wasn’t there.

I was planning to go cat skiing, but my friend wasn’t feeling up to it so we cancelled, however we did go two years ago, so this still applies. (Tux is my cat…)

Poetry Challenge Day 145 (Sat Feb 26)

You have no idea
how much I love you.
Can I use the word love?
(I did, so I suppose I can.)
I can’t explain it.
Your passion makes me feel
like a greater participant in life.
When I’m with you
everything is bigger, bolder,
more significant.
This is not a feeling that
any other friend has given me.
I have met the love of my life
and I would not want to live
without her (I’m lucky and I know it).
But to have met the love of my life
and to also have met you,
to have the privilege
to call you my friend,
has been a joyful experience
that I could never have expected,
nor will I ever be able to replace.

Poetry Challenge Day 144 (Fri Feb 25)

I can’t find the words
to tell you how much I love you.
Even though we are from
different mothers
(as the phrase goes)
you are unquestionably my brother.
Everything
(OK, almost everything)
positive in my life has been
the result of your influence.
It is safe to say
I would be a very different person
had we never met.
I will never let you go,
you will always be a part of me.
If it is possible to meet
beyond this life
you are the first man
I will be looking for.

Poetry Challenge Day 143 (Thu Feb 24)

Everyone carries a heartache,
what do we do with it?
Do we remember it,
whenever it calls to us,
or do we tell it,
“you are history”
when it presents itself.
The choice is our’s,
the choice determines our future.

Poetry Challenge Day 142 (Wed Feb 23)

I’m sitting in a restaurant
writing in my journal.
I don’t care if people
see me writing,
I’m learning to let my
inhibitions go.
I asked the server
if she would have the
chef step out from the kitchen.
A shy fellow emerged a couple
minutes later.
I told him my meal was wonderful.
He seemed embarrassed
but grateful.
I like to think my praise
helped to make his day.

Poetry Challenge Day 141 (Tue Feb 22)

I think my poetry
may best be described
as a stream of consciousness.
What better way to
discover who we are?
The good news is,
I am discovering.

Journal Entry (Mon Feb 21, 2022)

I recently went for a ride in Smith Rock State Park. SRSP is truly a remarkable place. World renowned for climbing, which I don’t do, but also not bad as a mountain biking destination. There are a lot of hikers, so it means often yielding to people on foot, but still well worth the visit just for the scenery.

Poetry Challenge Day 140 (Mon Feb 21)

My server just apologized
for taking so long
with my order.
I told her,
“no problem,
I’ve written four poems
while I’ve been waiting.”

Poetry Challenge Day 139 (Sun Feb 20)

If you didn’t hate poetry
before you stumbled onto
this site,
I wouldn’t blame you
if you did now.

Poetry Challenge Day 138 (Sat Feb 19)

I love writing.
It’s not about the words
(mostly)
it’s about the feeling
of pen on paper.
Of course I have a special pen.
Shhhhh, I’m not revealing
what it is.
In the age of supply chain shortages
(thank you COVID)
I don’t care to tell you that.
Anyway…
It doesn’t really matter
what words appear,
all I really care about
is how they feel on the
paper when they
come out of the pen…

I’m well aware this is not paper… But that’s how it all starts…

Poetry Challenge Day 137 (Fri Feb 18)

Should I get a tattoo?
I think so…

Why?

Because I have an image in my mind
that perfectly suits me.

What better reason?

Poetry Challenge Day 136 (Thu Feb 17)

Do I write on the computer
or in my journal?
In my journal.
It’s much more personal,
and it just feels good.
I love the feel of pen on paper.
The exercise allows me
to step outside myself.
Although you could argue
I don’t get very far away,
it’s more perspective
then I would have otherwise.

Poetry Challenge Day 135 (Wed Feb 16)

My Calling Card

Skiing
Cycling
Mountain Biking
Kayaking
Overlanding

As of February 22nd, I have to add off-road motorcycling to the list.

Poetry Challenge Day 134 (Tue Feb 15)

People leave calling cards on my truck.
Invitations to join 4x4 clubs.
I know I shouldn’t be flattered by this.
It’s not about me,
it’s about my truck.
Nevertheless,
I feel sort of special.
Sooner or later I’m bound
to make some friends…

Poetry Challenge Day 133 (Mon Feb 14)

Ah Valentine’s Day!
Another great American Holiday!
Yes we should love,
especially those close to us,
but why not love everyone?
Why in fact,
do we not love everyone?

Poetry Challenge Day 132 (Sun Feb 13)

I’ve been trying to figure out
what exactly is poetry.
I stumbled across the notion
(quite by accident)
that a lot of people hate poetry.
(Seriously, it’s a thing.)
I suppose that’s true.
It may be true for me.
I don’t know why.
I suppose it might be because
a lot of poetry takes work,
and even then it turns out
to be something of a mystery.
(Completely unrewarding as it were.)
I think you know what I’m trying to say.
Does the lack of mystery here
make this something other than poetry?
Possibly.
I suppose that means
the question remains unanswered.

More on this to come…

Poetry Challenge Day 131 (Sat Feb 12)

If this were my last week on earth
I would spend it with my love.
I would hold her all night
and spend the daytime just
being close to her.
At the end of the week,
I would kiss her one last time
and tell her to let me go
and find a love to take my place,
and perhaps,
remember me,
occasionally,
fondly,
but not regretfully.

Everyone deserves love. Wanting someone to continue loving you after you are gone is pure selfishness.

Poetry Challenge Day 130 (Fri Feb 11)

My friends call me “Frenchy.”
I’ve been trying to force
my skis apart
by forcing my feet apart.
It hasn’t worked.
Now I’ve discovered it’s
not about my feet,
it’s all about my knees.
You may be wondering
what this is all about.
Let me just say,
this is earth shattering news
to me.

_My Ski Mantra:
“It all starts from the feet and goes up from there.”

1. Rotate with the feet (big toe/little toe).
2. Keep the tips aligned.
3. Pressure on the outer ski first, let the inner follow.
4. Knees apart.
5. Don’t use the upper body to turn._

Poetry Challenge Day 129 (Thu Feb 10)

Do you want to be happy?
It’s not that simple you say:
“When something bad happens to me
I become unhappy.”
This seems perfectly natural.
In fact, it is unnatural.
You don’t have to be unhappy
because something outside of your control
happened to you.
Everything is in your control.
It’s not that you can control everything,
but you can control what
everything means to you.

This might be my biggest take-away from reading the book “The Untethered Soul.” Thank you! You know who you are!

Poetry Challenge Day 128 (Wed Feb 9)

Things that are stupid:
An airfoil on the back of a shitty car.
A country song that’s not sad.
A ski day when the temperature is in the 40’s.
Someone whining about politics
when they know nothing about the subject.
Semi trucks in the left lane.
Poems that complain
about stupid shit.

_ Poetry Challenge Day 127 (Tue Feb 8)_

“We sat in tall grass by a boulder,
making ourselves small.
The day was crystalline.”

That is beautiful writing.
I would give anything (almost)
to be able to write like that…

I’m not talking about a Faustian thing,
if I were given the chance to trade my soul
for the ability to write like that

I would choose skiing instead.
I’m not sure the Devil would be
down on that deal…

The Devil (he/she) might require
a bit more collateral
than I am able to provide.

The quote is from Richard Powers novel “Bewilderment.”

Poetry Challenge Day 126 (Mon Feb 7)

I’m going skiing today.
It is the second love
of my life.
If you’ve been paying attention
you already know the object
of my first love.

Poetry Challenge Day 125 (Sun Feb 6)

If I correct your grammar
it’s not because
I’m smarter than you.
It’s because
someone has corrected mine,
and I’m just lucky enough
to have remembered it.

Poetry Challenge Day 124 (Sat Feb 5)

I met the love of my life.
It has taken almost a lifetime.
I’d like to say that I’m fortunate,
but I think I’m just lucky.
Lucky, in a mathematical sense.
If I had given up too soon
it might never have happened.