Going for Broke

Aug. 28, '13

                             Going for Broke

      I always wanted a picket-fence happiness -
      Fluttering white curtains gladly letting in the days -
      Yellow daisies on the sill catching the breeze -
      Neighbors stopping with their 'hi' to express.
      Oh pleasant streets with no outcry night or day -
      You are elusive  -
       I'd have to search in small-town U.S.A. -
       Or live in a suburb gated and exclusive.
       So if the King grants whatever I ask, I'll go for broke!
       Bring on, O King, the vine and fig tree bona fide good -
       In one stroke, the whole world would be
       A picket-fence neighborhood!
       In such event, I might go into real estate soon -
       Supply and demand would give the housing market
                                                a spectacular boom.

Breaking Free

      Aug. 14, '13

                                   Breaking Free

      We're told and I believe it:
      The world every second is being created anew -
      On the atomic level, this is shown to be true -
      But not till 'end of days' will we see it.
      I try to imagine making coffee in the morning -
      (Likely to appear mundane) -
      With cup and spoon constantly dawning -
      Old habits of seeing block and constrain.
      It's shown moving only a milimeter
      Makes a sea-change in the mind as in space -
      I saw things from a fresh new interior,
     When I had my coffee in a different place.
     Who knows! I may break free from the straits of the sonnet,
     Though it's no secret I'm exceedingly fond of it.