NEVER ASK NEVER KNOW

Questions always deserve their place
In a conversation or even accusation
Yet so very often, they are overdue
Even when answers may not be true
When seeking more than clarification
But the evidence is always in the face

But do we ever have a right to know
If it’s a private opinion or even a fact
What might a kept secret really mean
Whether it’s good, bad, or inbetween
Trying to guess how others may react
But in such silence, mistrust can grow

But with research, especially in science

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A thing about ghosts?
Don’t we all have them for anyone of a number of fascinating reasons.
The sheer mystery of them.
“THEY TAKE OVER OUR LIVES!”
Our imaginations as well.
Not alone at certain times of the year.
Anyone with the remotest yen for these apparently unearthly creatures or would be wisps of silver silhouettes will concede in gasps of ground shaking awe the grip they even at the slightest skeletal hint of the word or words ghosts themselves.
Maybe their implacability, trancelike, transcendental, mystic notions that pop up.

unexpectedly came about,
when possible prospect
of the wife going
to Puerto Rico by herself
(for a fêted celebration
of our eldest daughter
and her significant other,
which occurred years ago
courtesy justice of the peace)
attended by family and friends
across the webbed wide word
found me positing how I would feel
staying back at the apartment alone
for a couple of days -
maybe a week at most
enjoying a quasi
short lived bachelor existence -
fending for myself,
which would mean
subsisting on a diet constituting

During her final year of college
The nursing student takes a break
And indulges herself in another life.

She opens up a familiar bookmark
Of a library science program
For which she has the grades,
Could easily get the test scores,
Be a blink to complete the essays,
And imagines finally hitting “apply.”

She closes her eyes
And enters her future workspace
Not the thin veil of antiseptics
But the rich aroma of books, new and old.
The same smell that clings to her apartment now.

In this place, she does not dole out pills

Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion,
directionless dilatory daydreamer that  I am  ostensibly vulnerable,
to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon,
the minimal load  burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter,
meteorological forecasts  couched in plausible  penetrating atmospheric vocabulary,
nebulous references to malfunction and teetering  patterns sooth mutual misgivings,
imprudent  though it might occur  I had this innate irritating propensity,

Tangy citrus salad bowl
dribbling fruit juice dreams
of mother’s glazed berry pie
ice cold apple sip
on warm palm tree beach
banana
splits

The Soldier-Boy’s Grave                        

Flowers ’round a fresh grave,
Whispers of the song,
Bells ring loud ‘round the town,
Mourners gather in the nave,
All happiness is clear forgotten,
By and by, round and round.
The preacher gives his finest speech,
Tear ducts open again to leak,
Callers bring their empathy,
Tonight not a single soul sleeps sound.
Broken is the frigid soil,
Where the soldier-boy is laid,

Spring is a season
When laughter fills the flowery fields
Children dance around and celebrate
And happiness fills this world

Spring is an action
To ambush, or surprise, or astonish
Be it good or bad or simply happened
Like a fox from a bush, or thought unkempt

Spring is an object
Held in tension, yet never broken
Filled with potential yet to be unleashed
Resilient, strong, energetic

Spring is a source
Of water, life and nature
Humming soft lullabies and giving life
To the world that blooms bright