There may be ...
.. another poem today. Now? Two.
Whisper
Not only do I
talk to myself,
out loud, alone,
but often enough
I hear me whispering
room to room. It may be
a navigational tool I use when
I don’t want to get caught being lost.
…
© David L White
July 19, 2026
10:46 AM
Poem
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Unspeakable Reality
I will die before I’m finished,
trying, really trying, and not
so much feeling succeeded.
I am hereby relieved at not
having to create a plan
of succession.
On a scale of one to ten
million describe your
alignment phrases.
One: Do Not Judge,
Two: Let It Be,
Three: Wu Wei / la vie
…
© David L White
July 19, 2026
11:01 AM
Poem
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Recently it occurred to me that I had not done a book since 2018. I queried the word ‘poem’ in my notes and copied 162 pages into a two column document.
A question that followed soon was: why do I not paste these sons-of-bitches into a pages layout document?
The next question seems more difficult.
Who cares?
And then ….
I do NOT need to … do that whole freaking thing.
I do not need to.
Free at last Free at last.
Thank God Almighty,
I’m free at last.
……
Anyway … it’s only 1 pm CST - Sunday. The Brewer’s baseball is about to start.
The air quality is dangerous.
The afternoon, barely after noon, wine is fine. Life is good.
Sometimes we need to stop 'should-ing' all over ourselves and give some thought as to what we want to do. (I echo locate through my day as well)
Paste and publish those SOBs. They will be read by your audience "few though fitting."