Clothesline

A blog is like a clothesline
With garments out to dry
In full sight of whoever may
By chance be passing by

And though there may be colors bright
They’ll also be some holes
(So maybe, now, a drier
Should be one of my new goals)

An old and worn technology,
To journal out one’s thoughts:
To fill up pages with regrets
And shoulds and woulds and oughts —

But there’s some comfort knowing
Whether unknown, or renown,
Like clothes upon a clothesline
All, at last are

Taken

 
Down

United

Strikes me this world is united by loneliness

Longing for love and acceptance and touch;

Everywhere, barriers: back, side and front of us

Even though most of us don’t ask that much

 

So we reach out through the arm of the Internet

Hoping to make some connection that’s real —

Striving with words to rein in all our demons and

Hoping there’s someone who knows how we feel

 

Yet, though alike, we can be at cross purposes

Needing to take what we don’t have to give:

It seems this world is united by loneliness

Distant point near

We will die thus

And live

WordPressions

A day’s impression of reading blogs.

I had a cup of coffee with
A monster yesterday;
I rather much enjoyed it, she had
Quite a bit to say

I listened to a dinosaur
(Of love instead of scales)
On wisdom that could once be found
In circulating emails

I read of childhood friends, and of
A life become adaptive;
Of where it is we place our hearts,
And how love takes us captive

I read a doctor’s poem, and
A poet’s turn at prose;
I saw a bloody thorn below
A still unbroken rose

And as I come to write again,
I finally realize
That all of us are much the same:
It isn’t tinge, or size,

Or any other earthly thing
We see, where we might zoom in —
It’s sharing our humanity
That makes us truly

Human

My Favorite Thing About Dating Blogs

I’m not looking around, but I am interested in how women think.

I read a lot of dating blogs,
As strange as it may sound
(For I have long been married
And I’m not looking around)

I like to know how women think
The things they like or hate;
For out on dating blogs they don’t
Accept guys who aren’t great

They want a man who’s dashing
And who’s wealthy, and who’s ripped;
A guy who looks good in a suit,
Or casual, or stripped

Yes, I like hearing all the things
That men are s’posed to be:
Though now I can’t account for why
My poor wife married me

All A Bit Broken

Inspired by a comment made by one of my favorite bloggers.

"all a bit broken, most of us here"
was what she said to me

out in a wordpress comment thread
of this community

of bloggers, and our passions
and the sorrows that we share

the loneliness and grieving
and the naked souls we bare

that don't fit with the vacuous
facade that is facebook's

here honest ugliness counts more
than model phony looks

for even fiction is more real
than truth that is lie-packed

wordpress bloggers have at least
integrity
intact

(this.)

The ‘Like’ Button

A little explanation is in order.

Like Button

I’m not saying I like what’s happened to you
I’m saying I admire you for being in the battle
And soldiering on in spite of everything

I’m also saying I’d probably like you if I ever met you
Which I almost certainly won’t

But know this:
Somebody reads you
Somebody cares about you
Even if that somebody
Doesn’t know you