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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Monday, July 12, 2021

Song Intention

 

July 12, 2013  Kailua, Kona HI  (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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