Category Archives: Poetry

Ifs, Ands, Or Buts

ifs ands or buts acrostic poem

Not your biggest problem
Of the day

There’s this song from the musical Working called “If I Could Have Been.” The first time I heard it, I laughed to myself a little because it’s so gloriously vague (“If I could’ve been what I could’ve been, I could’ve been somethin’.”), and all I could think was “That’s why you didn’t – you never had a specific plan or goal.” Harsh, yes, but true.

Even as I was enjoying the irony of the song, however, I was struck by the power of one line in particular:

“I never took no for an answer – it was tougher to fight all those ifs, ands, or buts.”

I think an artist of any kind has faced that struggle of being henpecked to death by other people’s doubts, ideas, and fears. In fact, I think it’s a common problem in any job. And in many ways, all those little attacks are much harder to deal with than a single “No.”

You see, no ends. The rest… not so much.


A Winter Fanfare

A harsh, grinding scrape
Echoes through the hush of dawn:
Heralding the snow.


The Dream Unreal

So many things achieved
On time or early:
Making time for
Extra projects to be
Done ahead
And leaving time to read.
Yeah, right.


Endless Rhyme

The refrain begins again
Like a record stuck inside my head
Repeating words, repeating lines
An idea, a feeling,
Caught in time
Reason lost to endless rhyme:
An obsession of unconscious mind.


Infection’s Spread

Is knowledge like an illness?
Does it infect and spread?
Does it show throughout your body,
If it gets into your head?
And what symptoms should we look for?
Does plumbing cause a crack?
Must artists wear flamboyant scarves?
Must architects wear black?
Does it change your gender?
Does carpentry make you a man?
If I can’t see skills in a single glance,
Then, why do you think you can?


Wait for It

If it doesn’t matter at all.
Or if it’s all that matters.

If you really can’t stand it.
Or if you can’t stand without it.

But if it does
And it’s not
Or you can – either way –
Then, simply put,
Don’t.
Tomorrow’s
Today.


Labor Lost

Ideas sprout and flourish
From careless words,
Like seeds.
Fed by gestures,
Spurred by sounds,
A thriving, healthy green.
The world is ripe with
Inspiration:
The field grows
Overgrown.
Unpicked, un-plucked,and
Unexplored.
As useless as a wasteland,
Potential overthrown.
Precious flowers, designs of
Desperate dreams –
Ideas enough for lifetimes
Ignored and killed
Like weeds.


A Gray-white Canvas

A gray-white canvas
Highlights the dark, reaching lines,
Dabbed with red and gold


Outnumbered

One for you
And one for me:
Would that time and energy
Split so easily.


A Mix of Seasons

Thick, lacy flakes fall,
Glittering in warm sunlight:
Strange summer icing