Category Archives: Poetry
Use your shaky hands
Use your shaky hands— Shake up our culture! :- Doug.
Growing means loss
All growing means loss so can all loss mean growing? :- Doug.
Butterflies, fireflies
Live with butterflies by day and fireflies by evening, taste all flavors, dance the dances, bring all the lights from bright to soft, sing all the notes of the scale: playfully. Hug. With many voices we might yet sing one … Continue reading
Quantum play?
Quantum play—how might we play with the grandchildren who will be elders 300 years from now? Is it really not possible? Really only one directional? :- Doug.
Clown invitingly
With bodies broken and beaten With parts flopping awkwardly For the grandchildren we clown invitingly :- Doug.
To do and be
Something there is for us to do and be: to share what we see, to share who we be :- Doug.
An unknown way
Every conversation a journey along an unknown way to explore to create Between :- Doug.
Correct cultural habits
See the bigger pictures we see Touch eternity, hold infinity Correct cultural habits :- Doug.
If person is process
If person is process then so eldering :- Doug.
In the morning I
In the morning I Notice the light Notice my body Notice the bed Awakening steps by steps :- Doug.
So many
We fear being called “elder” We fear we’re not that good So many grandchildren Need us To be that good :- Doug.
Cannot control
We cannot control the world We can touch :- Doug.
You have no power
This too has been taken from you no, you elder have no power unless we call your words and imagination invitation to the generations :- Doug.
Must redefine
Elders must redefine move out the borders set us to seeking fresh meaning :- Doug.
You, grandchildren
You, grandchildren are sovereign you get to choose eating yourselves to death or living life the vulnerable :- Doug.
Announcing a new beginning
Elders announce a new beginning announce the new to victims of the old ways :- Doug.