Who knows?

Heb 7:7  And without all contradiction the less is blessed of the better.

 

Opposites

 

Some mornings beauty appears ... and some day’s only satire.

What happens during the night to give me this frame of heart?

Where does this substance originate that seems cream or mire

in words on a legal pad ... that records inner-thought in part?

 

Diversity of subject ... often bundled by design.

It feels like specifics are released from the soul.

All I do is observe ... accumulation of what’s mine

that did not go anywhere ... as it designs its own role.

 

Today it is the negative ... tomorrow as you please

Yes now it’s offensive ... in days ahead it’s just serene

A mixture of substance ... about the meager and obese

War, peace and treaties ... contradiction in my spleen

 

Getting in a hurry ... to get nothing done

Hand to the plow ... by a field ready for harvest

Beating the mules ... who are already going on

While shaking their heads ... by far they’re the smarter

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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