New Phase
This is a new phase.
(I hope it's a new phase)
Call it just being,
whether in life or in verse,
the representation of life.
Though I have taken many
moments and decorated
them with stanzas.
Today, I'm ready
(or not so ready as I think).
Ready to let some burdens
slide off of Atlas shoulders.
They were invisible anyway.
Stories and trinkets.
None of them mattered.
Ready to redefine self,
not comprised in a letter
grade or accomplishment.
What does an A plus
mean about life?
To reiterate, just being.
Happiness Again
Happiness is here
again, or so the song
goes. All the people
have forgotten.
It's that moment when
you realize the reality
show you've been watching
is actually life.
And you're living in it.
Happiness is here
again, or did it ever leave.
Who can say because
who can remember
yesterday, anyhow?
Raise a glass, practice
your toast, bounce it off
a bare wall into the corridor
of an empty room.
Wax doomsday philosophic.
Don't forget to smile.
Say cheese.
Fill up another round.
Cauldron
I can hear the stir
of ideas.
Churn, churn, and bubble.
Whether in poem
or illustrated in graphic
novel cinematic format.
I hear them in the books
that line the shelves.
All human scribbling.
I see them playing on
glowing screens with
icons breathing words.
More ideas, thoughts on
thoughts, humorous
anecdotes, philosophical
musings, and even a few
knock-knock jokes.
JD DEHART
