OTI:eight poems and notes:5/28/16

Open To Interpretation

Adoption

Starved, frozen,
Broken boned forgotten
In some forsaken
Gully.
Rescue finds you,
Doctors restore you.
Being one too,
Human kind adopts you.

Assurances

Assurances we take
From insurance payments we make.
No one can stand alone in the cold,
Not young, not old.

Fun

Oh, celebratory recovery flowers
Fill the room
From from from,
And this one from the staff,
With payment book,
How fun fun fun!

Orphans

We're all orphans to begin,
And,
Truth be told,
End,
Between family and friends.

One After The Other

Oh, another another
One after the other
The storks drop them off
Oh! That one too hard
And so lost
In inconsolable grief's regard.

Make Kids

Make kids,
It's all you're all
$&@/";:- good at.

Radio Songs

Whose to say
How it all is
Or where it all comes from,
The songs I mean
That come over the radio?
All I know
Is they are too good,
Good all the time.

Troubled

Deep deep down
We are all deeply troubled
Our minds all steeped
In disaster after disaster,
Our neighbors' weeping,
Our standing on rubble.

DolphinWords

Notes: good news came over the phone, grand nephew's new baby boy arrived okay, but after much travail by mom...and listening to report from my niece, I realized how little I know of travails!...women seem to have all been there!...beyond men's reach!...anyway, got to thinking about kids...hiking friend had an obsessive concern with falling off a trail and getting stranded in some canyon...gave me a book about such to read...first part was the fall...then the rescue...then almost the whole book about recovery in the hospital...in a moment, one can find one's plate high with grief!...Adoption  a take on that...Assurances, how we shield against 'that'...Fun how we get through  'that'!...Orphans looks to be a plagiarism of a Sufi story I read...lot of Sufi influence in OTI!, which is odd, as I often don't have a clue when I'm reading Sufi things...One After Another...two concerned families were in the waiting room...while one birth was successful, another, just as difficult, was still born...joy and sorrow often side by side in hospitals' day to day...Make Kids is just @#$%&! true!...Radio Songs I wrote down once, on a tear stained letter, part of a romantic effort, back in 1972 or so...oft repeated in my thoughts since...and thought to write it down, as I lost the memory for a sec...and panicked...Troubled...I hear it, see it, all the time...the kind of repressed phobia of knowing as we know now we are on a very small planet in a very big universe full of crashed together things!

:)

DavidDavid