there is only this time

this now

the ice cream and being

search for utensils

they are gone

no more

vanished

as if they had not been

let your worries stray

let them be left behind

with when,what,and other news

remember no spoon

there is only now

the ice cream and us

Stirred by sound and the unsettled pond

A lotus took one look at itself for the first time

How it knew of its own reflection is a deeper

Mystery locked beneath the changeless mire

In-between the whispers of heather and tangled in the

Lost voices of the moors

The lotus leaned into this steel bend of magic

And for the first time, fell in love

Where did it come from? What does it feel?

As alien as its own wan inhabitance

Burning bright, but cool to the touch

So much different from the shallow, muddy waters

So much different from the small, cold drops of rain

Lifting the burden of foul dragonflies and

Persnickety finches

The lotus, under the sun's mysterial gaze, shivered

It smiled and liked what it saw

The moon must have fell down from the sky!

It did not take an eternity, here, lying

Quite heavily, its last beam, reaching out

While, all around, the water lilies breathed out a sighing scent

The lotus began to hum, pulling the young bees away from

Their pollinating and stilling the waters...

The reality was that the moon was a spoon

How it got there, no one would care to solve

Could have fell off a picnic table

Could have bounced off a dump truck

Nobody would be searching for it now

Now that it was found

In a sublime turn, of events

Clburdett 2015

Water Lillies by Claude Monet 1916

People around you

Working really hard

Couldn't even get sleep

Just to put food on the table

People around you

Worked day and night

Couldn't even spend time

To the family--so they could put roof above their heads

People around you

Worked their ass off

Yet you're just there watching

Waiting to be fed

The people around you

Won't put up with you too long

There's NO SPOON to feed you

So you better get going

That you should've done all along

Then how can I eat my soup,

That I need so desperately,

For I can not live with out the magical taste of my soup!

I love my soup with all my heart,

If I can not eat my soup my heart will shrivel up and die.

Then I will be alone in the dark with a bowl but no spoon to eat it with,

So what is the use to have a bowl of soup but no way to eat it!

There is no spoon,

So you see,

I can’t eat my food,

And you can’t eat with me.

What is all left

If it is gone?

Who will save us

From this disaster?

This food on the table,

Where will it go?

No one is here to know.

For there is no spoon,

And there are no people

And you’re alone.

If only there was a spoon...

Had his morning cereal all ready to go...but no spoon. At his recent garage sale, his buddies all thought it would be hilarious to sell off all of his silverware for a nickel. Haha, reaaaaaalllly funny guys. What they didn’t know was just how resourceful he was. They always thought he was nuts for little things he used to save. So he began to search drawer by drawer as he muttered to himself, “Jokes on them...I know it’s here someplace. Where is it? Wheeeere is it?” Then with a grin on his face he found his prize exclaiming, “AHA!!! Yeah!!! SPORK! What now punks?!” All those trips to KFC had just paid off.