Saturday, December 24, 2022
The Comet
Sunday, December 18, 2022
Winter Cemetery
A winter night – the gates are locked
To guard the dead's serene repose.
But Nature's life abounds within
That snow-borne tracks clearly disclose.
Against this snow-blanched winter scene
The tombstones stand in stark relief
With chiseled epitaphs displayed
To honor those who lie beneath.
But it is Nature's poetry
Transcribed by tiny feet in snow
That do provide a depth of soul
That words in stone cannot bestow.
And I shall lie content to know
That squirrels, scribbling in the snow,
Are writing epitaphs for me
Upon my grave that all can see.
And though the sun and wind and rain
Erase them time and time again,
There'll be new poets to the site
To honor me by what they write.
2000
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
"Your account is permanently suspended"
If you recall back in June 2021, I blogged about Twitter having suspended my account. See here.
Twitter never gave me a warning or told me why. They flatly refused my two appeals with a terse, generic message.
My only "sin" seemed to have been participating in a tweet storm to advocate for better treatment of animals.
Well, with Elon Musk taking the reins, I wondered what might happen (but, to be honest, I do not want to be associated with Twitter under the present circumstances anyway).
I did find it ironic though, that in the week when he announced that he was giving amnesty to those with suspended accounts and he lifted the ban on Trump and others of his ilk, a message appeared on my page written in bold letters "Your account is permanently suspended".
This new development makes me look at the "What's happening?" line that Twitter displays and ask, yes, Twitter, what IS happening?!
Sunday, December 11, 2022
Life's Journey
Together they had forged a life –
Raised three children as best they could –
The years had times of woe and strife
But all in all, most times were good.
Now his sight has dimmed, but his love has not
And he felt their life would start anew
And he went to bed with this comforting thought
But awoke to a future gone askew.
His lifelong mate had been struck down
There wasn't the least forewarning clue
She's in a hospital far from town
And there is nothing now that he can do.
Their old life has now been lost
Their home is but an empty shelf
He too rests his head
On a hospital bed
Praying that soon she will be well.
In moments of fancy he's driving a ball
Onto a beloved golf course green
In her fanciful moments she's standing tall
And painting a lovely verdant scene.
Their world once traveled in single orbit
Now double ..., Hope asks for overlaps
With all that they have had to forfeit
Fate answers softly "perhaps, perhaps ..."
2003
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
Saturday, December 3, 2022
Nighthawk
And when the sky turns dusky gray
Before the night has fallen
I come to watch your flight display
I come when you are calling.
You call to me when day's at end
I long to see you in my sky.
My sleep will come – but only when
I've heard your nightly lullaby.
2018
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter