I used to write essays and poetry, which I would send out to a list of folks for critique. Sometimes I would change them, based on that critique. (The only one that got zero criticism and only praise was “Heretic’s Testament” in case you’re interested).
Idolatry
There was a guy, went for a walk.
He didn’t lollygag or balk,
Nor did he think it very odd,
This walk was what he’d once called, “god.”
Living Forever
Death’s an illusion. So is birth.
(And so are carrots, for what it’s worth).
Once you’ve seen what’s really real,
Eternity is no big deal.
Post-Stroke Walk
When someone on my walking
Route says “good morning,”
And I respond similarly,
(They may be embarrassed to learn)
We become a universe of two,
And that even if we remain silent,
We are still a universe.
Sorry about that.
