the time has come

I have reached the point
where I no longer savor
thoughts of expressing myself
with this indifferent keyboard
my words have lost their flavor

I struggled futilely for months
upgrade became a catastrophe
my blog became as my aging body
nothing works the same as before
my mountain top approaches

upon me are three anniversaries
the suddenness of my stroke
the passing of my lovely daughter
the beginning of this my blog
the end is fast coming into view

Impossible

impossible is just a big word
thrown around by small men
who find it easier to live  in
this world they’ve been given
than to explore the power
they have to change it
impossible is not a fact
it is an opinion it is a dare
impossible is not a declaration
impossible is potential
impossible is temporary
impossible is nothing

Muhammad Ali

THE word

I consider the the the word the most

useless the writer the reader the listener

the purveyor of the thoughts the scrivener

stains the pages the printer sells the public

makes the the the word the poet dreads

when the the faces the end of the matter