http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/Just thoughts floating, sifting, twisting in the wind of perception, itself incredibly fleeting.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/728524Crawl into winter sheets The coldness surrounds A cocoon with no escape Slowly the blankets give back The heat they stole Until the cocoon is warm And you don’t want to leave The heaviness presses down Layers upon layers Keeping the cold at bay I remember once waking Under such a pile and seeing...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/726315In the corner of the closet sits a dusty shoebox. It is almost full even though nothing has entered that magic realm for too long a time. Envelopes slit open with a kitchen knife. Bulge. Folded paper holding sentences telling of memories as they were living. Now the mailbox sits forlorn by the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/725366Life constantly evolves bringing new challenges every day that we didn’t have the day before. Now we have to learn familiar tasks all over again and then again. Old Dog, New Tricks. It’s always the same. When the phone used to ring you just picked it up to answer. A box with a dial and a wire on...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/723703A lonely figure lies in repose TV on, eyes closed Remote still gripped in a stiff hand On the flickering screen Lucy stuffs her mouth with chocolates Will it be me Not missed until the landlord Comes to harass for the rent Will be discovered a life Not well spent? The neighbors will say He was so...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/723437Patch of sunny blue Where have you gone to? Smoke curls Unfurls Turns the sun blood red Choking beauty. Crescent moon dips clouds And holds the rain back Another lightning attack Is in the rack Waiting for thunder crack A lonely figure Garden hose in hand Wonders is this will be The final stand....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/722895Fires burn on distant hills But here the chill drips my nose The water this morning Is froze In the hose. Nature’s cruel hoax As the season turns The forest burns And leaves litter the lawn. Choking smoke stings eyes Tears fall at the sight of charred houses Where once laughter rang out Nothing...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/722501I’ve written a song in my head I know it would be a hit But since it’s in my head I can’t seem to remember it.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/721670What if a poem Could write itself What would it say? Could we understand In the conventional way? How many phrases Off the shelf If a poem could Not control itself? Night moon’s milky swirls Stars gazing in wonder Among lightning’s ferocious bolts Thunder, the stammering of dolts Roars the sky...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/721535Sometimes it helps to have music on when writing poetry. Of course that music could influence what appears on the page, but that is the fun of it after all. I was listening to Joe Bonamassa’s Slow Train as I wrote this. I’ll include the link, try it, you might like it....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/food4thought/721286Fig Newton stew Who knew? Oreo crackers Dipped in milk Taste smooth As silk Ritz cracker salad Not half bad Grilled ham Grilled cheese Tomato soup If you please A melon Named Helen Ice cream Rice dream Jim Beam Dessert