Of course the grands are relatively old,
and vary in their states of health and vim,
but each of them is better self-controlled
than in their young adulthood – now they swim
in tempered hormones – nothing hot or cold –
and have the time to care for her and him.
Mature enough to focus and to wait,
good grands are in apprenticeship for great.
(Ottava Rima)
As far as I recall, I never ate
a morning breakfast with an appetite.
I always wanted several hours wait
(for me an intermittent fast was right).
As soon as I grew teeth, I liked to chew
nutrition – liquid food I didn’t do
if there was an alternative to munch
(and even now my molars want to crunch).
Regarding proper exercising breath,
although the coaches said I should exhale
by mouth, I tried and always seemed to fail
(I’ll in-and-out by nose until my death).
It now appears my instincts were correct –
if I’d obeyed, I’d suffer more defect.
Haven’t written today. If I had it would be
perhaps on the way my home’s precious to me.
Though it may be cliche to pursue privacy,
if asked I would say here I’m perfectly free.
Unsolicited
advice (if sound) never fails
to fall on deaf ears.
As long as I recall, I’ve looked around
at others and assessed their self-content.
So part-way through my youth, I thought I found
a path to understanding what life meant.
Developing ideas with the intent
of being happy, soon I tried to tell
the recipe. I know I failed. Unbent,
I comprehend the loneliness of well.
(Huitain)
A set of Sunday puzzles can’t reveal
an aptitude improved, a clearer mind.
And better stamina may not be real,
but normal variance. I’m not inclined
to a conclusion, but I can’t conceal
from me or this the benefits I find
this week, from breathing slow and through my nose.
I’m calmly into feeling where this goes.
(Ottava Rima)
I heard about the book six months ago.
I wasn’t ready then to buy and read.
It’s not that I had knowledge – I don’t know
enough about the subject to succeed
at rehabilitating injured lungs,
reducing hypertension, getting sleep.
I didn’t guess at mouths too small for tongues.
I never dreamed how good’s exhaling deep.
I only have my ignorance today,
but I’ll keep tearing through the book at hand.
I’ve four-fifths left to read and come what may,
I’ll eat the words, digest, and understand
a wisdom that will change how I respire,
and might expand the time till I expire.
It’s hard to believe,
but the over-achiever
knows nothing
that has
to be done.
They planned to take a road trip to the coast.
Pandemic urged them turn away from flights
and places crowds buy tickets for, and most
amusements that had long-bestowed delights.
But then the chance of accident made toast
of their intentions. Folks who harbored frights
of shots or press got sick and took each bed,
and now the wise are staying home instead.
(Ottava Rima)
I’m generally prudent and well-planned,
but I was sometimes foolish in the past.
And though I aged and came to understand
myself enough to mend – one vice did last
too long by any measure I have used.
I smoked, although I knew it would speed death.
I cared for mind and muscle but abused
my bronchia, till I grew short of breath.
My body signaled well, but I ignored
the message soon as I felt some relief.
I knew if I got cancer I’d be floored
with shame – embarrassment might outrun grief.
I’ve given up for good – I’m ready, late,
to read the book and try to bend my fate.
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