life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

taking care of personal business

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years–

Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres

Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt

Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure

Because one has only learnt to get the better of words

For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which

One is no longer disposed to say it, and so each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate

With shabby equipment always deteriorating

In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,

Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer

By strength and submission, has already been discovered

Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope

To emulate–but there is no competition–

There is only the fight to recover what has been lost

And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions

That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.


East Coker by T.S. Eliot

The only way down is down, leaving the

light for the dark, allowing the surface to sink,

under the shimmering deepness, to the depths

where float our desires, to the things that the

world and our minds made, where all of

them no longer are.

A round black ball, an obsidian sphere,

rolls in my hand, turns on my fingertips, as

body and mind roll around it, slide like a serpent’s

coil over the deep black eye of the egg: fixed and

immovable, immense, around which the

universe turns, the world silently glides.

The Silence shimmers under the new snow;

the cat watches from the window as slow flakes

wind their way down. Whiteness covers the

upper edge of everything as darkness peeks

out from below—the light’s support, the

unformedness under it all.

I am a weaver casting his shuttle, a fisherman

casting his line. Each throw my soul sails

out into Emptiness. Someone invisible tosses

it back. All day and night we play this game:

Life breathing life in and out, weaving our warm

black blanket, a universe wrapped in stars.

Winter Solstice from The Book of the Garden, © 2014 by Richard Wehrman

disappointment dangles precariously on edges of lofty hearts

filled with misguided expectations of what another can do us

Spreads out over days, weeks, years

leaving love dead and sadness

as large as that blubbery shell of a whale

washed up on this sandy beach

tides rising high as ink blobs staining fingers

from fresh pens enclosed in the failed promises they hold on their sleeves

the year of noble men proclaiming their innocence even as they lash the truly innocent with their whips of misdirected anger

misogyny takes its place among all our bookshelves lined with classic literature

what a woman wants has never mattered much

will this fine New Year usher in a brand new thing?

today begins the year of the duckbilled platypus

followed in short order by the year of the dodo bird beginning tomorrow at 5:53 am

ending a hot minute later

with National Donut Hole Day

nothing makes sense in a world where common sense is not common practice

I watch karma unfold right in front of me

in complete recognition of what was going to happen as it played

starting with the old joke…

a drunk lady walks into a bar…

the beginning line of the rest of the night

In my memories I find her delightfully sincere

I smile as I feel her love of the music

I will always sing Annie’s Song just for her

I have more than a sneaking sensation she was Jesus…

Just sayin’ I’ve seen him act like this before

life steps out of time into eternity for unguarded moments

which become so much more than just moments

then they begin again as we take a new breath

start a new year

watch the glittery ball drop

light a fresh dry match

and watch the old –

plays, stories, loves and bridges –


into the adventurous new

the future is always coming

brighter than the sun

shining like a star

stronger than the wind

ready to begin again and again

and again and again

always and forever

I am here

Thank God,

I have arrived

right here



Amy Lloyd

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