Coffee Ring Excerpt (Source: Geo Davis) Some mornings manifest with déjà-vu-esque familiarity. This morning. The clock sighed backwards into a poem that was born early in this meandering middlescence, about six years ago. Coffee RingMorning’s lazy flyAnd I consider theCoffee ring phantomOf your mug half full.No grinds to read.Only lingering scents,The dregs of youth,The dross of ...
Midlife Poems
Fearless
Fearless (Source: Geo Davis) Too often I initiate posts, step away with full intentions of cycling back, inadvertently orphan them, and then stumble upon them weeks, months, even years later. Lately some of my 3-year orphans have been finding me. And their timely returns are proving uncanny. For example, in March 2017 I was inspired by a blog post, "What Scares You?", shared ...
Dance, Dance, Dance
Sometimes I can dance for hours with total abandon. A true trance. Processing. Exorcising. Recovering. Advance to trance because it’s remedy. Let it go, feel the flow, fast, then slow. (Source: Dance Trance) Dance can be such a total commitment (or no commitment at all!) and a profoundly visceral and immersive act. It’s a way to wrestle the beast without damaging yourself, without damaging ...
Carpe Mediae Aetatis Revisited
It's time for a reality check. It's time for a tune up. It's time for carpe mediae aetatis revisited, a flashback to the brazenly bad-Latin post in March 2017 in which I dignified that handsome battle cry banner above. Think, “carpe diem”. Now think, “midlife”. Put it together, and the closest literal translation I’ve come up with is “carpe mediae aetatis”. I like this better… Carpe midlife! It ...
Benign
Dermatology visit. Yes, a poem about body dots! This up-close-and-personal (too personal?!) account is approximately midway through a poem about my first dermatologist appointment. He touches a mole on my neck then dips darting eyes to my chest, to hairy, pigmented spots and rough, pinkish patches. Seborrheic keratosis. Solar lentigo. Normal. No cause for concern. These middle years ...
Courage to Live the Dream
Do you have the courage to live the dream? Your dream? Or is it okay with you to live crisis-to-crisis, to muddle through your one brief existence reacting to the ups and downs as you find them? Never Truly Lived You've probably heard about elderly people who look back from the final stretch and regret the risks that they did not more often that the risks that they did take. Regret the dreams ...