Life Preserved in Word

Thorn out to see life’s mysteries. I arose with bud to the sublime aroma and visual display of nature’s fresh bouquet. Someone scratches themselves on me and says, “Thorn you make my life a misery.” Suddenly peeled off, thorn away from the stalk my new hearthstone is a concrete sidewalk. Perhaps a person I will greet with soft and inviting bare feet to trod on me then moan and groan… You may pull me out or take me home! An outcast now I live on the street. The elements control my destiny. I’m very tough and slow to decay. Strong winds might move me, Torrential rains may wash me away But I remain steadfast on this tranquil byway. Today is street-sweeper day and I can’t run away! Exposed! Directly in the path of the brushes of wrath I’m swept off the road in a frenzied bloodbath and quickly sucked up into the belly of the truck… I could be crudely dumped in a remote land fill and abandoned ...

Vi you are older than I but also younger Vi are you a role model to us? Vi for berries we hunger. Vi do you smile so much? Vi are you picking berries on the neighbor’s side of the fence? Vi don’t I mind my own business? ©   David Girard 23/07/18

I’ve been told “don’t be so bold as to break the mold Lest you be shunned by the fold and left out in the cold.” I don’t like the sound of “the earth being round” And I doubt I’m a “flatalist” so just call me “flatalish.” “Spherical earth” is like a mystery that I just can’t believe Unless I’m the man on the moon and the earth I can see. Gazing from the moon, earth may appear “flatalish” to me. Be it theoretical or empirical are both earth and moon spherical? I could try to fly through the sky like astronauts do And orbit ‘round each disc a time and two But a trip in my easy chair is the best I can do. Perhaps manned space travel was born of such debt That it was masterfully produced on a Hollywood set. Like Thomas the Doubter I tend to agree, It’s hard to believe in what you can’t see. © David Girard 01/03/19