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Nothing

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(Poem 220 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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The antithesis of everything
one can logically consider,
should be nothing at all.
Casanova of Venetia would
argue that such is absurd,
as everything is one with faith.
But nothingness as a concept
of not-being is of value as a
consideration, even if nearly
impossible for us to conceive.
Even Einstein struggled to
believe something so absolute
could exist, since spacetime
renders past and future illusory.
Could it be a state of mind like
Nirvana or wu wei, or even
the permanence of Tao that
cannot be described or named?
Is it the chasm that forms if
we reject God, or the very idea
that such a thing is possible?
Calculate as we might with all
our might, we never reach zero.

@Home Studio – 220th poem of the year (After reading an article on Wikipedia about “Nothing.”)

“Nothing” Wikipedia. Page last edited 25 July, 2024, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nothing.

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Stale Chips

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(Poem 219 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Is there anything more disappointing
than a full bag of stale corn chips?
The perfectly plump air-filled sack
promises a crisp, crackly, salty snack,
and the satisfying rip that breaks the
seal rewards the hungry with the
enticing aroma of oil-toasted corn.
The perfect chip is chosen for shape
and size, uniformity of potential crunch,
evenly distributed inherent saltiness,
and all it takes is one bite to experience
the soul-crushing softness of flaccidity.

@Home Studio on 8/18/24 @ 10:33pm – 219th poem of the year

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sea salt surf

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(Poem 218 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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sea salt on the wind
beached driftwood drying
jasmine and sweet cream
reeds suspended in oil
elocute the air with their
effusive particulates
demanding I return to
a bonfire on the beach
wearing a wind breaker
wishing someone would
hold my hand or find me
alluring like the waves
as the sand invades my
socks and the stars
wink at my impermanence.

@Home Studio – 218th poem of the year (Teen beach memories evoked by an oil infuser my bestie gave me as a gift.)

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Cat on a Pillow

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(Poem 216 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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A cat on a pillow is quaint.
On my keyboard – complaint.
A cat in a box is expected.
In my clean laundry – ejected.

A cat on a sofa is sweet.
On my counter – not so neat.
A cat on a chair is fine.
On my dinner table – out of line.

A cat on a piano is great.
On my bed – I get irate.
A cat on a bench is just right.
On my bookshelf – it’s a fight.

@Home Studio – 216th poem of the year

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Pluck

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(Poem 215 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Pluck up your courage
and do the thing that
you’ve been hesitating
to begin in earnest.

Do not wait another
day to take that step,
open that heavy door,
or make that introduction.

Now is the time you’ve
been postponing for,
and today is the date
etched in time to start.

@Starbucks Studio – 215th poem of the year

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Budgeting

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(Poem 214 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Expenditures, deposits, interest, receipts,
deductions, strategy, percentage, gains—
fabulous concepts when studied one by one,
but roll them all up into a financial plan sushi,
and the concoction is nauseating…
I might even be allergic.

@Home Studio – 214th poem of the year

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Doctor Dear

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(Poem 213 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Doctor Dear,
Does your mommy know you’re here?
Did she pack you a lunch
and put bows in your hair?
Can you stay here this late,
or do you have a curfew?
Are you allowed to use those shiny tools,
or do you need adult supervision?
You have such a big vocabulary
for such a young lady.
Such gentle care,
Sweet Doctor Dear.

@Home Studio – 213th poem of the year

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Turtle House

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(Poem 212 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Auspicious stone turtles
stand guard, gargoyles of
destiny, good fortune baked
into their shells, assuring the
dwelling longstanding fortune.
The turtles in the pond
fight for bits of mushy carrot,
stale bread, and greens,
unaware of the larger battle
being fought in the sky pond
by Grummans and Warhawks.
The people swim and love,
dream and hope, serve an
emperor or a president who
demands unwavering loyalty,
and wonder when peace will
fill the turtle house again.

@Home Studio – 212th poem of the year (After reading The Turtle House by Amanda Churchill.)

Churchill, Amanda. The Turtle House. Harper Collins, 2024.

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Inside Out

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(Poem 211 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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If Joy and Sadness
go missing,
Anger, Fear, and Disgust
try to
take control.
And no matter how
hard we try to ride
the train of thought
to the solution,
it’s difficult to
escape danger
without sacrificing
little pieces of ourselves.
But the integration
of our most vulnerable
parts strengthens
our core memories
and allows us to reach
out from our islands
to embrace those we love.

@Home Studio – 211th poem of the year (After watching Inside Out with my grandkids and bawling like a baby.)

Docter, Pete. Inside Out. Amy Poehler, Pixar Animation Studios, 19 June 2015.