I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Friday, July 12, 2019

Song Intention


July 12, 2013   (I was 68)
        
         Song Intention
The untold tale is the one we
live most fully now you see
beneath the layers of brown leaves
on the surface of memories
The primary consciousness dwells
in our deepest and darkest wells
and it’s echo makes you aware
that your shadow lives down there

It’s the untold tale that lurks beyond the light
the unsung song you hum through the night

The pulpy tale in the core seed
story essence not the deed
Mute awareness will not part
wrings itself to a cold dry heart
The energy source of our souls
costumes all our minor roles
unknown gems within the story
a subtle glow from the rocky quarry

It’s the untold tale that lurks beyond the light
the unsung song you hum through the night
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