• a good day •

If I keep ‘keeping at it’,
and ‘moving forward’, bit by bit,
progress is bound to show.
I work a bit, and rest a bit,
and twice a day, I ‘walk’ the dogs.
I’ve seeded, and weeded,
and mixed mortar and moved stone.
Ideas are swirling in my head,
and I have a plan ‘percolating’,
of how to make something beautiful for someone.
It’s nearly at the ‘surface’.
I can feel it.
It feels like contentment.
It feels like confidence.
A good day, all in all.
~ Tim Burchfield
8/23/17

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• the role of a friend •

You are no friend, friend.
You only pretend to be a friend,
always with the passive aggression,
always with the snide retort.
Let me tell you about friends, friend.
Friends don’t hurt for fun,
or rip each other’s guts out for sport.
Friends don’t laugh at your pain,
enjoy your embarrassment,
exult in undermining your satisfaction,
poo-poo your gains,
remind you of your past failures,
and follies,
winnow out your weaknesses,
and worries,
all the more, to underscore.
A friend won’t hobble your confidence,
with the teasing jibe,
the unwarranted witticism,
the stinging barb,
the bad report.
That’s not the role of a friend, friend.
That’s what family is for.
~ Tim Burchfield
5/22/17

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• a starting place •

So much unsaid,
like the over-stuffed box,
full of letters, un-sent,
under my bed,
and too, those ensconced
in the nested sub-folders
of my however many
Apple computers I’ve shelved,
over the years,
whose computer languages
are accessible to no one, now,
not even to myself.
Still, love has no time,
and is its own reason to exist,
if too, something?
What, too personal?
Perhaps, yes? Still, friend,
to smile, is almost, to laugh.
And that’s a starting place,
ever and always, for bliss.
~ Tim Burchfield
5/7/17

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• the bright side •

‘You know what’s fun, a relief,
and a delectable dearth of confusion?
Saying to yourself,
“I’m feeling wonderfully positive, today, that, in the end,
everything is gonna turn out okay!”
And knowing, without a shadow of a doubt,
unequivocally, irrevocably,
that it’s a complete and utter delusion.
~ Tim Burchfield
2/6/17

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