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Inane questions
are asked of me.
Conversations abut
the border of insanity.

The life we live now,
is a rock strewn path.
Smooth walking at times,
stumbling progress we go,
down the road of sorrow,
slowly we stroll.
My heart is broken, again,
I have lost count,
for there are no words,
which are laying about,
for me to use, describing the pain.
I know from my past
it will take time to heal,
but heal, it certainly will.

The little things you notice.
She uses her spoon for eating
all things, as the fork has
become an unusable tool.
She adapts to the use,
I can see she is no fool.

My mind is a blank
palette, for me.
Words which I see,
written on the paper,
my want is to say,
a new love will come
to you if you try
and be the best person,
in this short, crazy life.

I have heard
the migratory call,
at early Dawn;
at twilight time,
as flocks of
Canadian Geese,
perform their ritual .
A precursor of what
will soon become,
as the geese sweep
the sky, telling us
of what is to come;
we have returned.

I remember my first attempt
at skipping a stone.
"Kerplunk" was the noise,
I heard all alone.
Finally I made my body
and forearm twist,
by throwing flatter
and a flick of my wrist.
The stone left my hand
at a shallow trajectory,
skipping across the water
as far as I could see.

I love getting old,
said no one.
The aches, pain
and all those beyond.
The sudden hurt
in the back of your neck.
When you rise from
bed and your back hurts.
Go jump in the shower,
turning the heat up high.
Wash away the ache
but still asking why?
Is the mattress too firm
or too soft for me?

Along the road,
patches of weeds,
clumps of grass,
grew a flower,
straight and tall,
majestic, in repose,
seen by
those who drove,
a very red,
elegant Rose.
Some kind soul,
stopped her car,
dug up the flower,
and planted it,
with loving care,
along a garden path,
for those to see
and all to share.
The beautiful flower,
blooms again.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The Moon is normally seen in subtle shades of grey or gold. But small, measurable color differences have been greatly exaggerated to make this telescopic, multicolored, moonscape captured during the Moon's full phase. The different colors are recognized to correspond to real differences in the chemical makeup of the lunar surface. Blue hues reveal titanium rich areas while orange and purple colors show regions relatively poor in titanium and iron. The familiar Sea of Tranquility, or Mare Tranquillitatis, is the blue area toward the upper right. White lines radiate across the orange-hued southern lunar highlands from 85-kilometer wide ray-crater Tycho at bottom right. The full moon that occurred earlier this month could be counted as a seasonal blue moon because it was, unusually, the third of four full moons to occur during northern summer (and hence southern winter). The featured 272-image composite demonstrates that the full Moon is always blue, but usually not blue enough in hue to ooh. Almost Hyperspace: Random APOD Generator

Photo by Robert Fedez

I'm happy the Rooster Bakery
isn't charging me rent,
for the use of of their patio
and the time we have spent.

The light shone bright
thru the window pane.
An eternal life's lamp;
a bright, flickering flame.
A shadow cast broadly
on the objects below
as the light's reflection,
made darkness into snow.