We’re told do both: so, how then do we know
When we should hold on fast, or just let go?

We try to play it straight and not be dancers.
(“Ten Reasons Why This Blog Has Got No Answers”)
But choices face us all that must be made,
There’re parking fines, and pipers, to be paid.

And why, my friend, should you or I be sane
When choices madden, tween the heart and brain?
You must let go, if it’s not yours to hold;
You must hold fast to love, or just get trolled

By life, that jolly joker – what a card.
A choice can both be simple and be hard —
We’re told do both: so, how then do we know
When we should hold on fast,
Or just let go?

So I majored in palmistry,
You’ve got a frond in me;
By date palms, I would take my dates,
On monocotic sprees.

You might say, “Owen: that’s enough.
Up the wrong trees you’ve barked –”
Had I not palms over my ears,
I’m sure I would have
Harked

The sunset reminds me that all
The beauty I could have ever
Imagined pales beside the real
Thing; and that I, who have a
Talent for being invisible, am
Unlikely to ever be seen as
Memorable, and, my stars!
I want you here

Who hasn’t known of love like ice caps melting?
If you are such a one please tell;
For here, some distance north of Hell
The waves of loveless ice our shores are pelting

Where is the woman / man who breathes forgiveness?
If you have known that air, please say:
Tommorow’s vanquished yesterday,
And all our play is swallowed up in business

I only add this couplet here:
Beware the waves of ice that end
In fear