Connections: March 11.18

I hold these geese

in low esteem

this has become

my  rabid meme.

And so it is

with disbelief

I ask is this

a goose in grief.

In seeming search

unanswered blat

it seems to wander

aimless, flat.

It’s obvious

my mind is crumbling

imagination stretched

brain all bumbling.

A writer’s mind

obliterated

sees the world

hallucinated.

How else to render

explanation

for my deluded

ratiocination?

Perhaps his lady

is just egg-sitting

and he is nervous

tense, unwitting.

But whether Dame

or anxious Sire

the ducks are going

to inquire.

I needn’t worry

until I see

my back yard’s become

the nursery.

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Connections: March 23.17

Did you ever have the feeling

that you were being watched?

That you’d best not sneak that pastry

or leave that crossword botched?

You can summon up its form

with secret incantation

and here’s the concrete proof

it’s not your imagination.

Thanks again to the S. W. Berg Photo Archives

and to the D.J. Berg Whimsy Archives.

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Connections: January 22

To imagine

is to build a bannered nest

in the crook of privacy

to ply your personal best

where no one else can see

then

when walls give way to air

and other eyes intrude

you

winged

build anew

in happy rectitude.

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Connections: January 5

Play

one day

too old

or so foretold.

But December

makes us remember

what we did

as kids.

Grandma:

memory-keeper

-sower

-reaper

cardboard hold-out

iThing rout-out.

Imagination:

inter-generation

sellerless, buyerless

the original wireless.

For related musings/rantings, see Legacy and @Grandma’s.

And Happy New Year, dear reader!

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