…because love is algebra.

Ri Butov put this image on Pixabay and I’m grateful Ri was at the Dead Sea with a camera.

As this floater
in the Dead Sea
is teaching well
concept of free

you wonder how
it feels to know
your deepest self
between the flow

of head and heart
and congestion
alone or joined
you still question

the fall of love
the rise in joy.
It’s your last word —
it’s my envoi.

NOTE: Are you thinking about love?
Think about joy.
Love is solid geometry.
Joy is sacred geometry.
Remember a kiss, then look at the sky.

Doing so will make as much sense as this poem.

…just to ask, “What is prayer?”

Mother Mary, please join me in gratitude for this free image by Jo-B from Pixabay.

Hot breath whispered
urgent prayer
to the Mother
of everywhere.

Believe believed
‘cause history
preserved and taught
her mystery.

Full of grace and
Lord and women
Mother of God
sing her hymn in

Church at vespers…
or don’t bother.
Just assume with
an “Our Father.”

NOTE: What is prayer?

In prayer it is better to have
a heart without words
than words without a heart.

Mahatma Gandhi

Forgive me, Gandhi, I’ve come to believe prayer is like a little glass marble of energy…and fat. The larger marble of energy and gristle is in the “Our Father.” …

…in light of a terror-versary

I am grateful for this image by Jürgen Sieber from Pixabay.

Use your lenses —
it’s time to see
you and mass in

Us means every
person, place, thing
related through
linguistic string.

Up, and down, bends
your perspective.
How holds your heart
this collective?

Unity is
what I write of!
Unity is
sense raised in love.

NOTE: Acts of terror, after time, curve memory. Hold them in the curve.

…on meditation and hypnosis to achieve a state of calm

Look at this exquisite artwork from Joey Chung via the generosity of Pixabay!


i make plans to
instead i go

good intentions
are like good luck
they erode like

a state of calm
does brain relieve
yet getting there
is tough achieve

the med-to-tate
is difficult…
test hypnosis
for clear result


i make plans to
when i need to

counting down in
is a creep towards
cold damnation

two pendulums
or ticking clocks
eyes side-to-side
are stumbling blocks

love of world in
leaves the spirit
in negation

NOTE: Is there anyone besides me who is having difficulty finding states of calm-of-mind right now…in September 2021? Maybe…

…an answer f0r Roz Warren’s recent question about mon3y made on m3dium

Image: free from Pixabay and Gerd Altman (that really prolific free giver of photos)….

How much money
has passed between
medium, me,
and cash machine?

Zero dollars.
Exactly no
cents (or pesos) — a
loss ratio.

Look how I give
and give give give
keep on giving
to social sieve!

Am I stupid
about exchange?
My investment:
an eühange.

NOTE: Eühange is German for “old.” It’s got three syllables, so drag it out as “eee who hang-ee.” This poem doesn’t really make any sense. But then again, does writing on medium? For me, it does. I just like to write. And I love to read…(especially what Roz Warren writes; her post inspired this … uh… nonsense)! I love words. I have trouble with numbers (and they have trouble with me). Money is number-y. Words are just … free.

And I am “old,” but that is OK. I’ve earned that status!

An unusual visit

Photo taken by the author.

Worm on window?
Yes, it did crawl
up the clean glass
pane’s wailing wall.

Worm seeking wood?
So far from source!
veering off course?

Worm asking why?
Yet defying
physics to be

Worm: a warning?
Or…a request?
Need of witness
amidst breakfast?

NOTE: Early this morning while we were dining at the breakfast table, there were several small green worms crawling up the kitchen window. Why? Across the courtyard are the vines they likely want as habitat. What appeal did the glass offer?

…a response to Joe Váradi’s “clapplause”

Thanks to Gerd Altman and Pixabay for giving us this finger!

A clap is just
A press, a touch
A finger’s tip
A want…so much.

A writer wants
A read, a gaze
A note, a nod,
A plause, a praise.

A joyful grasp
A value rise
A sweet release
A recognize.

A medium
A place to write
A space to see
A human rite.

NOTE: My friend and fellow editor, Joe Váradi, has done so much to increase my enjoyment of this platform. Thank you, Joe!



This book is the property of the author’s family. Photo by author.

Early in the
nineteen eighties
all of us were

We bought this book
to understand
screen and keyboard:
system command.

It looked great on
coffee table
while we hooked up
phone line cable.

That first PC?
Mem’ry shoddy!
Computers are
every body.

It’s all about the body. I swear!

We must remember that
our old PCs just sat
and let us type and sigh.

The world will always welcome techies
as time goes by.

A Message from the Ponderosa Pines

Canada geese play summer in a clearing in Arizona’s Ponderosa Pine forest.

A neighborhood
of tree support
and all that’s good.

Let’s have a closer look at Medium’s Challenge for Writers…OK?

Ryan McGuire captured some frustration in this photo provided by the Pixabay forum. Thank you!

Protoil contoil…Toil
proact conact…Act
prowork conwork…Work
prodrill condrill…Drill

protry contry…Try
proscout conscout…Scout
proseek conseek…Seek
prohunt conhunt…Hunt

proprobe conprobe…Probe
prograsp congrasp…Grasp
proclutch conclutch…Clutch
profrisk confrisk…Frisk

proscale conscale…Scale
prorule conrule…Rule
protype contype…Type
profind confound. Find/Found

NOTE: And now, a total “loser” of a “poem” recited by awriter in this playground who has never trusted the word “con” or “test” but sometimes uses “pro” to her advantage.

What’s in contest?
Some legalese!
So, mind your Qs
and watch your Ps.

No, I won’t play.
I ask, “Will you?” …

Mary L. Holden

A constantly evaporating editor and writer. Believer in medium since 2013 when they made me wait for an invitation….

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