Oh FUDGE

loup
11 October 2018
Carl Sagan Quote

 

We seem to think that we have all of the time in the world, but, we all die in the end.

My entire life I have filled and then discarded many journals and many more attempts to write with reckless abandon – but I lost too much to the should and shouldn’t.

Fear — Uncertainty — Doubt — Guilt — Existential Crisis = FUDGE

 

But spending time out in the desert under the darkest skies imaginable – I have come to realize that I AM INSIGNIFICANT. What I do, what I say — no one cares. Since I am but one speck on a planet of nearly 10 billion people and part of what is most likely a multi-universe it makes it less likely that I am going to make any real change to anything of value for the millenniums to come. So here I am — writing for me.

 

loup
10 January 2018
    the powder blankets the hillside
    the moon is full, as it casts glitter over each snowflake
    through the night a single wolf pierces the silence
    sending an eerie call out to his lost pack
    a mournful, lonely cry
    his shadow rises above the countryside
    and then quietly disappears
    leaving only his tracks in the snow
    and the memory of his sad song
    to prove he lived
    lehnanne g. kidd © 10 January 1996

 

Memories of Vaughn’s Mill Road

loup
11 October 2017

moonlight beams over mountain tops
the changing color of the leaves

a faint Autumn breeze haunts the valley
and her creatures

it is not only the leaves that change
every year I become a child again

fireplaces burning throughout the cold nights
evening stars shining a blanket over our nocturnal souls

–LGK2002

I wrote this after my parent’s passed away in 2002 – jotted it down on the notebook. I stumbled across this poem this morning. I miss them so much, sitting on the deck with them, listening to the night sounds of the Blue Ridge Mountains.