Life is an abstraction
A distinct note in a swirling symphony
Ringing true, defiant
Forming part of the discordant melody
Played for our measured time
Before returning to untapped potential
To burst forth once again
When it is time for the next piece to be heard
– SR Romney 2025
I first accepted my cage after careful consideration.
I weighed the pros and cons of the different variations.
I asked my friends and family if they thought it was a good fit.
I asked myself, "In five years, do you see yourself cooing contentedly
As you peer through the bars?"
I told myself I was lucky to find such a nice cage, with such sturdy construction.
I told myself I should be grateful.
Now the cage has started to rust, and shakes violently in the wind
At any moment the cage might fall apart, might disappear.
When it does, will I find a prettier cage?
Or will I finally take the chance to fly away?
SR Romney 2024
There's a first time for everything:
A first step,
A first dance,
A first thought coalescing.
A first breath,
A first love,
A string of firsts until
We reach our list of lasts.
A last meal,
A last dream,
A last thought reminiscing.
A last smile,
A last chance
A last time for our every thing.
– SR Romney 2023
No poetry this month
I think I've writ enough
I think I'll do my taxes,
and other boring stuff
Thats just the thing I'd say
Since there is no other way
To exercise some praxis
On this April Fool's day.
– Shaman Romney 2021
A husband
A mother
Someone with a weak heart
Cogs in a machine no longer required
Cast into hell in their hour of need
Because of a CEO’s greed
and what his shareholders desired
But don’t worry
We’re a family
Don’t we all remember fondly the time
We took grandma out back and shot her in the head?
Or gave her a pittance and left her for dead? Because a family only cares if you are useful to them,
Otherwise you should be retired.
Left to be mired in the mud as your so called corporate “family”
Crushes you under their boot heels
Without a second glance.
“That sucks for them.”
“At least it’s not me.”
Tomorrow it could be.
– SR Romney 2020
First, take a deep breath;
You know it’s been a while,
But now you’re going to have to fall with style.Second, gauge the distance;
Is it a few feet or a mile?
Who knows how far you’ll have to fall with style?Third, don’t sweat the details
While in this public trial.
‘Cause they don’t matter when you fall in style.And last, embrace your fate.
As you jump, just crack a smile.
For that’s the only way to fall in style.
– Shaman Romney 2019
Easter Sunday is really quite a fun day
With children with baskets running around.
The Easter Bunny is really quite funny;
A rabbit laying eggs in the grass to be found?
The logic is flimsy, but the day is such whimsy.
Listen to the children’s laughter sound!
Today’s simple pleasures hide such treasures,
For candy and money and trinkets abound!
– Shaman Romney 2018
I stare into the darkness
Of my coffee
As my thoughts percolate
And drop their bitterness to the glass
I swallow them down
With no cream or sugar coating
And go about my day.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Late Start!
Late Start!
This NaPoWriMo I’ve got a late start!
This month I had a brain fart,
And so I have a late start.Poetry?
Poetry!
I’ll need to write some poetry!
Some poetry for you and me,
Mostly about my misery;
I’ll try to add some levity.
But now I’ll practice brevity
And go write some poetry.
– Shaman Romney 2016
It looks like this poem has to go first,
It is kind of hurried as first ones go.
It could be the best, but might be the worst.
Until it’s published, we will never know.I’ve been gone, for work has left me haggard.
My posting schedule has been left forgot.
But this month I will not be a laggard.
At least, at this moment, I hope I’m not.Thirty days, with something done on each one.
That is a lot, even using haiku.
But I’m ok, I find poetry fun.
Even if I don’t, I’ll have to pull through.So that being said, I’ll try not to bore.
One poem done, only twenty nine more.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 