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# Saturday
- URL: https://thedailyeudemon.com/41724/
- Published: 2016-12-17T12:29:33.000Z
- Updated: 2016-12-17T12:29:33.000Z
- Author: Eric Scheske
- Tags: Miscellaneous, #wpChunk

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From the Notebooks

Wow, there is simply a dearth of bloggable stuff out there today . . . that, or my muses have gone on strike. I'm being forced to reach into my bag of notebooks. I found this poem in my Poems folder. I don't remember writing it, but apparently I did (based simply on its location in my C drive).

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"The Alternative Calm"

Silent night;  
 mind afright.  
 Scattered there;  
 shattered here.

Holy night;  
 soul aflight.  
 Scattered there;  
 shattered here.

All is calm;  
 prayer embalmed.  
 Scattered there;  
 shattered here.

All is bright;  
 heart is night.  
 Scattered there;  
 shattered here.

Too, too much;  
 For one day.  
 Booze, friends, gifts;  
 Mental fray.

I should stop.  
 Selfishness?  
 So I stay  
 with the fray.

Then it stops.  
 The numbing,  
 the fraying,  
 the dumbing.

In others  
 I can find  
 the calmness  
 left behind.

Babe in them,  
 Babe in me.  
 Company.  
 Trinity.

Mind is calm,  
 Soul is bright,  
 Silent night,  
 Holy night.

If I wrote it, I did so many years ago, bringing to mind this Mencken quote that I coincidentally ran across earlier this morning:

> A poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child.

> — HL Mencken (@HLMenckenBot) [December 17, 2016](https://twitter.com/HLMenckenBot/status/810084651729555456?ref=thedailyeudemon.com)