2025-11

beginning a new month with new knots to untie
driving forward away from the reddened sunrise
setting up shop on a still elbow of the web
hoping for a happier night and days ahead

taking it all in with a grain of salt and sand
going back to sleep long after the roar and blah
reading things with stillness before the new soft week
keeping up with the tidbits about tomorrow

dithering at the thought of the new week ahead
writing this line again to hide outworn nods
wanting it all does not mean one will get it all
coming back home to soothe with the mind all quenched up

sitting still after the wild and fulsome weekend
freeing up room in the mind for more helpful things
getting ready for new year-end undertakings
giving unto a new run towards the network

undoing the last few years of deep nothingness
hoping tomorrow will begin a sense of drive
bringing back to mind what happened this time last year
softening the songs and getting set for "the books"

sleeping already for some thicker days ahead
arising early to start a new path with life
having a short and sweet first set of new learnings
teeming with a newfound will to find new earnings

writing more lines of reckoning with the snake tongue
listening for some rare liveliness at daybreak
hurrying to get this work done for the weekend
ending this long week with a yeartidely dark brew

hacking away for a way out of this hot mess
waking early for a first true set of learning
righting the ship after some falls takes time and grit
boiling the givens down to a meaningful line

shining afar a glimmer of some long lost hope
seeing that hope might only be knacks of the light
bringing back to mind this day of the happening
strumming the old stringed song tool as the wall came down

seeing snow fall down soon after that summer game
trying hard to make up for a lot of lost time
cutting out all the needless online blathering
hoping that we all do not die of heart illness

looking at the small twigs and at the big landscape
winning the world cup would heal the loss of that ring
bowing more at a low-flake or no-flake friendship
knowing when to note the manifold of a word

not let down by something way beyond my firm grasp
knowing the full weight of taking in the tidings
overcoming a deep upheaval after years
making a blog as one's own all-around truth-book

running back (calling itself) with nested build-crafts
steering away from any scuffles among brands
feeling like there's always thousands of things to do
needing to drain the swamp in my own life as well

having nowhere far to look forward to going
killing the feeling of still wanting to do more
trying still to learn all the things about it all
clicking on the mouse and hearing it squeak loudly

taking it one day at a time until the end
slowing down and speaking with few words as lost crafts
dishing out keys to go into the big town flat
withdrawing to the cellar for the warm hearthstead

thwarting fast flows of time when the bells strike midnight
waking up to the sound of glee from church singers
harking back to the days when things meant more than none
writing without overly long words from the south

blinking into the sleep of the wintry season
waking once again to the sound of the hardware
hearing howling north winds begging to come inside
starting this and that yet seldom getting things done

noting that things could have taken a much worse turn
coming back to the deep-rooted tally-inklings
beholding a day for my last living forebear
settling down with some more workouts in tallying

looking at the windows frosted with ice once more
turning on the ambered hearthstead once more for heat
reading more about the manmade wisecraft of yore
bearing down on one of the year's sleepiest nights

needing to write more of these short lines once again
keeping up with the deadlines and keeping with them
keeping with time by doing these ahead of time
taking back old namesake with "letters from afar"

noting that these words come from the oldest of roots
writing a lot of lines that often do not rhyme
crafting the software and wayfaring the wide world
wondering what to do with all these written lines

having enough else to do but still making time
waking up early again for the learning set
withholding yet another thought from the commons
helping myself to some food from my old folk roots

lighting up the room with self-switching vats of light
hoping for a shortcut out of this quagmire
writng this line even when not much has happened
feeling dizzy with all the endless likelihoods

walking forward so softly into the year's end
making insights about the outside while inside
keeping with this framework with a strained written flow
noting this other weekday of lowered prices

coming along well noting only old word stocks
staying at home for too long and getting weird
trending towards not going back to a workhouse
linking a side to another side on the web

getting near to the day when shops lower prices
thinking about what thanksgiving down south feels like
wondering if anyone knows the word "sundry"
having that longing feeling of those bygone days

liking the stillness before the holiday storm
stuffing no fowl on this day but looking for deals
tightening up the hard earned bags of gold instead
looking now to buy nothing on buy nothing day

making the best of this monk-like setting these days
having little to no followers makes me free
letting helpful self-driven things work well for me
raising the worth of the self-driven things so high

sailing away from the old lands that made me sad
looking again for any deals on the deep web
glossing over some snapshots made a while ago
finding a snapshot of a rather weird tree

making new snapshots before looking at the old
looking out the window and seeing all the blah
coming to another end of the month so soon
ending the month with a thought about that harsh loss