Poetry Floats
New and selected philosophy-lite. 

 Dedication: To Mom and Dad. . .

 

Who against their better judgment allowed me to grow up the way I wanted to and then chose to be proud of me anyway.

Poetry has a bad reputation in the general population. It is seen as a literature of insignificant value. Murky writings that are difficult if not impossible to understand with little or no value in daily life.

Hopefully, the poetry of our generation is changing that evaluation. Many poets today write clear, concise, plain, understandable, and useful poems. I was struggling with how to say this, and on a December morning I turned a page in Walt McDonald’s Faith is a Radical Master and in the
afterword read:

 

Robert Frost claimed poetry at its best can be “a momentary stay against confusion.” I like that - and I think maybe he’s right. Even the everyday has splendors that we strain to capture and save, or at least express for seconds in phone calls and letters - in form or on canvas, in melodies, or in scribblings we call poems.

 

This is what I hope you’ll find in the scribblings of Poetry Floats.

 

This is my fifth book of verse that I had to write for you. After boiling down 60 years of life I have either gotten down to the distilled nectar of life or the scum at the bottom of the pot. Frankly any particular day can go either way. But this is what I want to tell you. Live in the now moment of your life. Touch it, twist it, clarify it, gripe about it, enjoy it, but above all be conscious of it. If you live in the past you live in regret - which you can’t do anything about. If you live in the future you live in a hope - which you can’t do anything about either, and you are missing now. So love now. Make the most of it because now is where your pot is boiling and where you can effect your life. Do it. Enjoy.

 

Read a few of these verses.

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