The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • Ego? Egad!

    I. My egoneeds less stage-time.He needs a caring cast memberto escort him into the wings,assuring him that he's doing a fine joband can now take a break,have a smoke and chill.The play goes on;we will retrieve him if needed. Sadly,… Continue reading

  • Mickey

    Yes, Virginia,there is a Mickey Mouse.As surely as there is purity and open-armed acceptance,    laughter and joy,    innocence and playfulness,there is a laughing, smiling rodentwhose heart is big enoughto embrace all the childlike and trusting souls of the worldwho long to know… Continue reading

  • Through Me

    Life, live through me,    not shame,        for shame drives us        to cut ourselves,    not fear,        for fear drives us        to cut others,    not perfection,        for perfection drives us        to… Continue reading

  • The Game, Part 2

    I was tackled;no one said there would be tackling.I was chased down the field;no one said I'd be running scared.I swung bats at imaginary balls;"Whose side am I on?" I cried. "Life!""Work!""Relationships!" Something wooden whacked the back of my head.I… Continue reading

  • This House of Labor

    I run toward the doorwaythat leads back into the roomI just tried to leave. In this house of labor,every exit is a return. Surely somewherewaits a yard meant for play? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading

  • Obliquity 2

    Are you someone infected toowith the constant call to do,to accomplish, overcome,get just one more damn thing done? Are their meetings to attend?Loads of clothes to clean and mend?Stacks of bills to sort and pay?Lists of folks for whom to… Continue reading

  • Playing with God

    When I write poemsI play with God.We race our bikes on gravel roads,stop to grieve for flattened caterpillars,marvel at Queen Anne's Lace,curl back the corners of bursting milkweed pods,watch their thousand filaments float on to raise new families,    to inspire new… Continue reading

  • Playtime in the Garden of Eden

    The sun has not yet broken the Eastern horizon,but Eve is up and eager to play.Standing at the entrance to the cave, she asks,"What today? Tag? Hide and Seek?Kick the Cantelope?Pin the Tale on the Pterodactyl?" Adam groans, "So early?"… Continue reading

  • Yet Another Ten Titles in Search of Their Poems

    Luminosity The Fourth Trimester Blubbermouth Chance Encounter Spiritual Edema Escape Claws Flies on the Face of Reason Giving the Devil a New Do Supplemental Flotation Forlornication Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • I Want to Be a Cat

    I want to be a cat, and not just any cat, of course: I want to be a cat owned by me. That would be a very good life. Willy plays in the study. As I write, I hear a… Continue reading