rogerinblueongray

rogerinblueongray

Jun 23, 2025

FOOTPRINTS

 

Footprints.

 

The path we take leaves footprints that fade with time.

Heavy or light matters not.

Our actions shape how we are remembered.

When no longer seenonly felt,

Our deeds shout loudest.

Let love and caring be your remembrance,

Before it is too late.

Apr 26, 2025

Reading E-mail - a poem

 

Reading E-mail

 

I sort through screens of e-mails.

Deleting what I can. Scanning parts of the rest.

The header. Is it addressed to me? The number of people on the e-mail. The first line.

A compliment. An advertisement. A come-on. A problem.

 

I have taken to not reading e-mails until noon. Or later.

The rest of the day will be filled with solving small problems.

Not problems I created, but issues that a president can address.

Not fix, perhaps, at least answer.

 

I ask myself, why start the day with problems?

Instead, I start with coffee, a little Danish, and the NYT games. Puzzles I can solve.

Or, I drive into the hills to photograph wildlife and nature. Brief respites from the mundane  

In between, I might write or edit. Or paint.

 

Where to start? The page and the canvas are empty and white.      

I don’t remember the last time I read a book. Or took a walk.

Arthritis and the pain keep me from what I once was.

Or is that an excuse?

 

Like not reading e-mail.