Not so. I am the one holding on to resolutions like, " I have made sooo many mistakes by remaining silent. I am going to say what is on my mind. I am going to reveal my reality. It is the survival thing to do."
I only wish this were the true agreed upon course of action, and that patience could be taken with the stumblings and fumblings of first attempts.
Foibles
It is time to climb the mountain,
Perform a ritualistic dance -Reach out to the Heavens -
Grab the apron strings of Chance.
Pry open the the walls of Koppelberg Hill
and squeeze our lame bodies through.
Enter a world of magic.
A Mystical Whim pursue.doesn't do half what it should.
Those enzyme detergents are bugs in my suds,
and I'm sure would eat me if they could.
So line up now with your concerns that matter.
Consult the Swami or ask the Mad Hatter,
who mirrors the Philosopher Stone.
He muses mid clutter in deafening clatter;
but oh, how in-sightly he does hone.
To a mountain that beckons
with each of us reckons
waiting for the Piper to sound.
Take us away in a hypnotic trance.
A whirling twirling feverish dance
to a wondrous, magical land.
We will throw away our crutches,
escaping the clutches of the likes
of the "Onec-lers" we knew.
We are granted our wishes on verges
and cruxes- A Mystical Whim pursue.
1988
Onec-ler - A materialistic insensitive Dr. Seuss character
from his story "The Lorax"
Koppelberg Hill - A hill outside of Hamlin, Germany where the Pied Piper brought the children after the town refused to pay him for relieving them of their rats. One child, a lame boy, could not walk fast enough and was left to stay in the town alone without play mates.
