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Christmas 2000, photo by Bob Gentry 2000 Stanyan Entertainment

A Thought for Today

A laurel crown dries up; the vine from which it came lives on.

 

Rod has suddenly discovered it's Christmas in exactly one week's time so he's gone shopping.

If he manages to get it all done in one day, he'll be back with you tomorrow.

                                - Ken, Johannesburg, December 18

notable birthdays Christina Aguilera o "Stone Cold" Steve Austin o Abe Burrows o Ty Cobb o Ossie Davis o Robert Fryer o Betty Grable o Robson Green o Katie Holmes o Celia Johnson o Ray Liotta o Heather Mackinnon o Leonard Maltin o Anita O'Day o Brad Pitt o Keith Richards o Saki o Steven Spielberg o Roger Smith o Antonio Stradivarius o Casper Van Dien
Rod's random thoughts Praise is easier than criticism.

Imitation is always found out.

A City's made as much from chance and taking chances as it is from taste and talleying and tar paper.

TRANSITION

Can you guess what’s wrong?
I’ve tried and failed
to rise above the breakers
to swift sail out the storm.
Now chance is going
             if not gone.
Will you be the one
to start the argument tonight
or is it my turn, I forget.

I wait here for a sign,
a motion wasted on me,
proof that it is possible
for each of us to care
      for each of us.
I cannot say
how long I’ve waited.
Years pass by within
        a single hour
to those who feel uncared for.

Had there been a signal,
I would have known.

What goes on unseen
untold to us
       by one the other
is more real
than all the sentences
our senses spoke
        and speak.

I see your face and know
a tilting of your shoulder
speaks whole paragraphs aloud
whole stories filled with proof
that what is happening
is if anything a willful lie
both of us indulge in.

This much is fact.
You do not amaze me
with your dark indifference.
You never once astound me
by being only what
            you wish to be.

I await the crumbs just now
delighted that they come
from fresh bread
            lifted out of ovens
by some hidden master baker.

No pride moves ahead
to pave my way.

I’ve fast become
the dark parts
          of your shadow,
little more than your extension,
hardly more than your left arm.

It tires me to know
I’m just the casing
                of a window
looking out beyond your world.

After I’ve packed up
                  and gone
fly a flag
should the intruder come.

Take care to give me
fresh reports of all the ships
and all the ducks and seagulls
that sail or waddle beachward.

Be sure to tell me
if the seals come back
                  this year
and how the house
gets through the winter.

Keep a diary of sorts
a notebook day to day
that I might thumb through
                   or pore over
when I’m living inland
miles away.

                       - From the US Edition of "The Sea Around Me", 1977

1970, 1977, 1986, 2000 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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