Author: gozzter
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In Memoriam Felis
I saw a cat on the sidewalk this morning. I was walking back to my rooms after breakfast in Kerikeri and had not noticed it earlier. I reached down to pet it, but it seemed cold and didn’t stir. Lying on its side, its little face wore a peace that only sun or death can…
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Someplace Safe
I’m looking for a place to rest my eyes-Some place safe;Some place they will not be swept awayIf they land too hard,Or accused of trespassIf they stay too long.They always attract attention though,Like a face peekingFrom behind a curtain,Or lights coming onIn a previously unknown room.They can be a curse,My eyes,And yet without them,I would…
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Remember me?
If I were put in chargeOf what I thought,Things would be differentIn there.Ideas would marchIn single file,Not crowd togetherLike childrenAs recess ends.FeelingsWould listen to reasonAnd accountFor their whereaboutsEach time they leftThe room.There would be no needTo rummage throughA pile of wordsTo find a nameOr link a faceTo a pictureI can’t remember taking;No reason to forget…
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Dost thou conspire against thy friend?
What is it that makes us believe? For that matter, what is belief? If it has evidence to support it, does it transmute into knowledge -a different Magisterium? When I was a child, every once in a while when I happened to think about somebody, the phone would ring and it would be them. It…
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The Unplanted Seed
IfI stumble into a wordSomewhereAnd pick it up,Is it mineBecause I found it?Is it like a penny:Lost,Hiding on the ground,Hoping for a pocket,Or maybe a mindTo store it safelyInsideWhere it has worthAgain?Would it beStealingIf I used it later,Instead of confessingIt wasn’t always mine?PretendingI hadn’t seen itLying there;Hadn’t stroked its surfaceUninvited,With my thoughts –Or worse-My lips?AndIf…
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Thou art not for the fashion of these times
Do you ever think about clothes? Not about what to wear, or what’s hanging in dark corners of your closet or anything, but clothes. I mean, why are clothes, what are clothes, and who invented them? Existential stuff like that. There must be something important about them, otherwise we’d only spend our money on food and…
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Behind the mirror
I stare at them And they stare back As if they know me; It is a mirror After all, So I suppose they do. But sometimes, Sometimes They look puzzled, Disappointed At my curiosity. We are friends, They seem to say, No need to look away; I cannot read Your thoughts; I am your thoughts.…
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Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
I was married once; it was okay; I might even describe it as fulfilling at times -although mostly the filling full of rooms, and often with furniture. Or rugs. Or appliances. Or, well, gadgets: time-savers. But now that I’m retired, Time is only a nuisance -something I am destined to have instead of money; something…
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