dry my tears
in my dreams
i'm in my world
you are you
i may yell
but don’t cry often
hug my fears
then they soften
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
M. is going shopping
M. is going shopping at trader joe’s
it’s an hour away
she’s taking me along
and will drop me off at a friend’s
who wants to show me his new bookcase - wow
that’ll take about a minute
so she told me to start now
to write down as many questions
about bookcases
that I can think of
it’s an hour away
she’s taking me along
and will drop me off at a friend’s
who wants to show me his new bookcase - wow
that’ll take about a minute
so she told me to start now
to write down as many questions
about bookcases
that I can think of
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
4:09 a.m.
when I wake
in the middle of the night
as I often do,
should I listen with headphones
to radio reports on the BBC
or listen instead to the silence
and think my own thoughts?
in the middle of the night
as I often do,
should I listen with headphones
to radio reports on the BBC
or listen instead to the silence
and think my own thoughts?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
check out time
quite a morning breeze
that knocked down
her favorite dark red hollyhocks
while she was looking
out the kitchen window
then she saw it leap
through the flowers
in blowing rain and heavy winds
that came for hours and hours
one more frog followed the exit sign
one more for the road
leaving only a pair
out there
a boy frog
and his girlfrog friend
loving right down
to the very end
that knocked down
her favorite dark red hollyhocks
while she was looking
out the kitchen window
then she saw it leap
through the flowers
in blowing rain and heavy winds
that came for hours and hours
one more frog followed the exit sign
one more for the road
leaving only a pair
out there
a boy frog
and his girlfrog friend
loving right down
to the very end
Sunday, July 19, 2009
as luck would have it
as luck would have it
an expression that grew because others
recognized it, picked it up and rolled with it,
it became a part of the vernacular
so, as luck did have it, seven old friends
happened together for an afternoon
to laugh and compare
review and declare
five friends stopped by our home
fifty years ago five of us were in that summer,
that particular time of our young lives,
before our first year of high school began
if we could have fed our friends
and wrapped them in blankets
they would have stayed all night
however, on improvisation we did okay
mark it as a day well done
in light drink, snacks, long talk and laughter
pile this onto our stack of pleasant memories
of life worth living - good fortune for us
an expression that grew because others
recognized it, picked it up and rolled with it,
it became a part of the vernacular
so, as luck did have it, seven old friends
happened together for an afternoon
to laugh and compare
review and declare
five friends stopped by our home
fifty years ago five of us were in that summer,
that particular time of our young lives,
before our first year of high school began
if we could have fed our friends
and wrapped them in blankets
they would have stayed all night
however, on improvisation we did okay
mark it as a day well done
in light drink, snacks, long talk and laughter
pile this onto our stack of pleasant memories
of life worth living - good fortune for us
Saturday, July 18, 2009
the whittler
sun shines on a small diner
built a century past
on what is still a quiet off street
in the little town
we enter, take a table
the business is slow
two quiet women are at one table
three happy workers lunch at the counter
they are having a good old time
we hear the youngest tells the others
he is going to whittle this weekend
then shows his new large very sharp pocket knife
they all marvel
then the older says what ever you do
be sure you don’t cut off your thumb
of course not, the younger says, but why say that?
cause the guy says, you’re going to need it
to pick up your finger
much laughter filled the room
built a century past
on what is still a quiet off street
in the little town
we enter, take a table
the business is slow
two quiet women are at one table
three happy workers lunch at the counter
they are having a good old time
we hear the youngest tells the others
he is going to whittle this weekend
then shows his new large very sharp pocket knife
they all marvel
then the older says what ever you do
be sure you don’t cut off your thumb
of course not, the younger says, but why say that?
cause the guy says, you’re going to need it
to pick up your finger
much laughter filled the room
Friday, July 17, 2009
Mexican food
Mexican food at a roadside diner
with a chic-latin name in Somewhere’sville, Ohio
the stucco outside painted red and blue, looks right
with food prepared by Mexicans
from ingredients,
though available locally,
were probably frozen and trucked
across long American highways from anywhere
pleasant low volume music was authentic
as I imagine were the workers immigration cards
I ordered three enchiladas stuffed with
some kind of white cheese - gooey
in a sauce once based on tomatoes
currently based on grease and memories
of how it could be somewhere
the beans and rice were good, so was the coffee
the cost reasonable, the food wasn’t terrible,
it also had precious little to do with Mexico
hey, you want good Mexican food
better go to California
with a chic-latin name in Somewhere’sville, Ohio
the stucco outside painted red and blue, looks right
with food prepared by Mexicans
from ingredients,
though available locally,
were probably frozen and trucked
across long American highways from anywhere
pleasant low volume music was authentic
as I imagine were the workers immigration cards
I ordered three enchiladas stuffed with
some kind of white cheese - gooey
in a sauce once based on tomatoes
currently based on grease and memories
of how it could be somewhere
the beans and rice were good, so was the coffee
the cost reasonable, the food wasn’t terrible,
it also had precious little to do with Mexico
hey, you want good Mexican food
better go to California
Thursday, July 16, 2009
the shallow cove
the shallow cove narrows
by brushes and thickets
our old row boat sparkles
under sunned running waters
when spring floods the low lands
all return and rebuild
for memories run deeper
than fat fish go up stream
by brushes and thickets
our old row boat sparkles
under sunned running waters
when spring floods the low lands
all return and rebuild
for memories run deeper
than fat fish go up stream
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
papoon
papoon, the Iroquois called it
when they gave it to settlers
along the Susquehanna river
around 1779
knee high by the fourth of july. we say
the Indians probably had a version
or made a motion with their hand
it was special for them also
it’s planted in fields prepared and well tended
now an American tradition
seeded in good long rows
they’ve got the procedure down pat
and hope for rain
the sun does the rest
tall and green with wispy tassels on the stalks
then pick it at the peak
old timers made pipes from the cobs,
you clean the golden vegetable, cook it
every one runs to devour the feast
sure tastes good
add butter and salt the way you like
I sure do, since I was a kid
means it’s really summer
sweet corn
when they gave it to settlers
along the Susquehanna river
around 1779
knee high by the fourth of july. we say
the Indians probably had a version
or made a motion with their hand
it was special for them also
it’s planted in fields prepared and well tended
now an American tradition
seeded in good long rows
they’ve got the procedure down pat
and hope for rain
the sun does the rest
tall and green with wispy tassels on the stalks
then pick it at the peak
old timers made pipes from the cobs,
you clean the golden vegetable, cook it
every one runs to devour the feast
sure tastes good
add butter and salt the way you like
I sure do, since I was a kid
means it’s really summer
sweet corn
Monday, July 13, 2009
sunday my brother
Sunday my brother
now an old fisherman
took us in his boat
up brown river
through turns and trees
years fell away in ripples
as in seasons long ago
when humid air was still
turtles, fish, mossy fallen painted signs
by snags from leaning, half sunken trees
a heron tall in the branches watching
the river course changes
from flood and growth
always changing
water up and water down
a golf course where a farm used to be
now many new houses
old shacks fallen
a corner where we camped
another where we fished
duck blind in the marsh
a spot we had ventured to
paddling a canoe up mud brook creek
by jumping fish, sleeping deer and water birds
some sweet summer ago
now an old fisherman
took us in his boat
up brown river
through turns and trees
years fell away in ripples
as in seasons long ago
when humid air was still
turtles, fish, mossy fallen painted signs
by snags from leaning, half sunken trees
a heron tall in the branches watching
the river course changes
from flood and growth
always changing
water up and water down
a golf course where a farm used to be
now many new houses
old shacks fallen
a corner where we camped
another where we fished
duck blind in the marsh
a spot we had ventured to
paddling a canoe up mud brook creek
by jumping fish, sleeping deer and water birds
some sweet summer ago
Sunday, July 12, 2009
river fest
this morning
while meandering quietly at the piano
i paused and heard the patter out side
not raindrops this time
it was runners in a something k event
we went out to see them go by
then later came youngsters in a little k
only last night from the front door we saw
fireworks boom over the river
and launch high golden,
red, flashes sparkles blue dripping fire
booms to shatter the evening sky
filling the night for revelers
to open hearts
hello the neighbors
hear the music
today the boom was thunder
a real corker, rain in buckets
seemingly a never ender
that finished in the nick of time
for the start of the parade
sunshine for the floats, the twirlers,
fire truck and the marching band
then off to the firehouse for a barbeque,
and the library for the book sale
tonight it's bands again
rides and games
food booths and fun
for children of all ages
make some noise
hold some events
and the town will turn out
to unify and enjoy
another fine summer weekend
while meandering quietly at the piano
i paused and heard the patter out side
not raindrops this time
it was runners in a something k event
we went out to see them go by
then later came youngsters in a little k
only last night from the front door we saw
fireworks boom over the river
and launch high golden,
red, flashes sparkles blue dripping fire
booms to shatter the evening sky
filling the night for revelers
to open hearts
hello the neighbors
hear the music
today the boom was thunder
a real corker, rain in buckets
seemingly a never ender
that finished in the nick of time
for the start of the parade
sunshine for the floats, the twirlers,
fire truck and the marching band
then off to the firehouse for a barbeque,
and the library for the book sale
tonight it's bands again
rides and games
food booths and fun
for children of all ages
make some noise
hold some events
and the town will turn out
to unify and enjoy
another fine summer weekend
Friday, July 10, 2009
face lift for an old village
a bed and breakfast
all decked out, not moving
like a ship in dry dock
the owner’s husband split
so she dressed the place like a dollhouse
lacked only a key to wind it up
my wife liked it, but does more shopping than I
not into pastels and ruffles myself
ok, little wrapped chocolates in a dish
no oil lamps I understand, electricity is fine
but I missed the manly respect to history in detail
give me a hammer, saw, raw wood and cigar smoke
let me walk old boards not puffy carpet
on the street I hum obscure half melodies
watch stylish girls window shop
and startle to the loud music booms
from SUV’s cruising slowly by
an old town in new times
caught twix and tween
undecided which way to go
leaving tourists to wander
all decked out, not moving
like a ship in dry dock
the owner’s husband split
so she dressed the place like a dollhouse
lacked only a key to wind it up
my wife liked it, but does more shopping than I
not into pastels and ruffles myself
ok, little wrapped chocolates in a dish
no oil lamps I understand, electricity is fine
but I missed the manly respect to history in detail
give me a hammer, saw, raw wood and cigar smoke
let me walk old boards not puffy carpet
on the street I hum obscure half melodies
watch stylish girls window shop
and startle to the loud music booms
from SUV’s cruising slowly by
an old town in new times
caught twix and tween
undecided which way to go
leaving tourists to wander
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
pond '09
the day before spring really began,
five or six feet tall when stretching,
the long neck, long winged blue heron
got twenty of our fish
tore heck out of the pond in his frenzy
a neighbor saw it on our roof, damn invader
Big Red and Reddy-Whitey gone, among others
for ten years they’d been here,ours to enjoy
the pond now runs anew,
with the remaining nine,
the fortunate few
that made the cut
Frank, the angry bluegill, record size for sure,
and fifteen, or so, inch-long tiny baby fish are hiding
in the moss usually, occasionally swimming round
and around in the summer sun, and growing,
a small water snake will go
when I can get him,
hopefully soon, before he’s any larger
let’s call him Slither
then the good surprise, baby frogs
two I saw yesterday, smaller than I would have imagined,
only a half-finger’s length each, arms and legs,
with eyes, protruding dark spheres, tiny above the water
the small pond is teaming growth, new associations
water bugs - many, but don’t count
cause they’re too varied, small and quick
to tell apart and name them
woodpeckers, black birds, sparrows,
wrens, orioles, robins, of course,
and others, dash around for a drink
or a splash in the small falls,
giant bright red and pale orange blossoms
of the lily, with pads that cover
two-thirds of the water’s surface,
like the book says they should
as guardian for this while,
I’m checking on it
pour in some biological sauce now and then,
mostly leave it be, keeping peace
while M. gardens around,
an eye out for the serpent
and as if there isn’t enough for them to eat,
she feeds the fish, but they like it
we’re caretakers,
for this dot of time,
on this lovely tiny plot
tucked back, in what was the center of he old village,
behind our home built in the 1830’s
where the preacher lived over forty-two years,
and then he died, then she did too
as the earth spins
some things end
others begin
sun goes up
sun goes down,
hey, it’s nice to be around
come on, summer
give it your best shot
five or six feet tall when stretching,
the long neck, long winged blue heron
got twenty of our fish
tore heck out of the pond in his frenzy
a neighbor saw it on our roof, damn invader
Big Red and Reddy-Whitey gone, among others
for ten years they’d been here,ours to enjoy
the pond now runs anew,
with the remaining nine,
the fortunate few
that made the cut
Frank, the angry bluegill, record size for sure,
and fifteen, or so, inch-long tiny baby fish are hiding
in the moss usually, occasionally swimming round
and around in the summer sun, and growing,
a small water snake will go
when I can get him,
hopefully soon, before he’s any larger
let’s call him Slither
then the good surprise, baby frogs
two I saw yesterday, smaller than I would have imagined,
only a half-finger’s length each, arms and legs,
with eyes, protruding dark spheres, tiny above the water
the small pond is teaming growth, new associations
water bugs - many, but don’t count
cause they’re too varied, small and quick
to tell apart and name them
woodpeckers, black birds, sparrows,
wrens, orioles, robins, of course,
and others, dash around for a drink
or a splash in the small falls,
giant bright red and pale orange blossoms
of the lily, with pads that cover
two-thirds of the water’s surface,
like the book says they should
as guardian for this while,
I’m checking on it
pour in some biological sauce now and then,
mostly leave it be, keeping peace
while M. gardens around,
an eye out for the serpent
and as if there isn’t enough for them to eat,
she feeds the fish, but they like it
we’re caretakers,
for this dot of time,
on this lovely tiny plot
tucked back, in what was the center of he old village,
behind our home built in the 1830’s
where the preacher lived over forty-two years,
and then he died, then she did too
as the earth spins
some things end
others begin
sun goes up
sun goes down,
hey, it’s nice to be around
come on, summer
give it your best shot
Labels:
pond
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
a descended larynx
a descended larynx
is why you speak
and your dog can only try
sadness, though, is more common
many animals can cry
is why you speak
and your dog can only try
sadness, though, is more common
many animals can cry
Labels:
practically science
Monday, July 06, 2009
highway 80
on highway 80 across Pennsylvania we saw deer
not houses, barns, towns, people, cows or barking dogs
occasionally in the distance a town
rooftops and a steeple in the woods, jammed under trees
incredible, and true, passing through
there is only green leaf wilderness to be seen
roll on trees on rolling green in morning dew
hill after hill, rolling green and on
highway not filled with greyhound buses
their time gone in the passing lane
where large 18 wheelers pulling three
and private vehicles, SUV’s, roll on
early in the morn heard portions
of three songs on the radio, only three
get down, get down, cocaine, ho, ho, hosanna and
from a half century ago jerry lee lewis - great balls of fire
radio off then, we rolled on with the rest of them
up and down long hills, in silence, and on through green
road hum the beat and the accompaniment, and on
they could have called it treesylvania
open to the passionate long green and misty air
mysteries under leaves by summer deer
hills, rivers and long cloud sky abound
once indians, then pioneers, first walked this way
not houses, barns, towns, people, cows or barking dogs
occasionally in the distance a town
rooftops and a steeple in the woods, jammed under trees
incredible, and true, passing through
there is only green leaf wilderness to be seen
roll on trees on rolling green in morning dew
hill after hill, rolling green and on
highway not filled with greyhound buses
their time gone in the passing lane
where large 18 wheelers pulling three
and private vehicles, SUV’s, roll on
early in the morn heard portions
of three songs on the radio, only three
get down, get down, cocaine, ho, ho, hosanna and
from a half century ago jerry lee lewis - great balls of fire
radio off then, we rolled on with the rest of them
up and down long hills, in silence, and on through green
road hum the beat and the accompaniment, and on
they could have called it treesylvania
open to the passionate long green and misty air
mysteries under leaves by summer deer
hills, rivers and long cloud sky abound
once indians, then pioneers, first walked this way
Friday, June 26, 2009
all the while we sleep
Chew this one slowly. Taking a pause. Be back later.
all the while we sleep
dancing in dream
someone is watching
over long fields of grass
through the great forests
lonely small animals search
for food, or the way to water
for a drink
in stillness the trees
hold their arms up
protecting those beneath
without question
the center of that world
the one unobserved
news sources don’t explain
that an old oak is near death
outliving its usefulness
because a child’s swing is gone
and no one will again
climb that high to tie new ropes
or that a great rock has rolled
for eons until the flaked gram is mistaken
for another piece of sand castle
while we sleep it goes on
in the personage of the milkman and baker
i remember the horse-drawn wagon
used once in a while,
painted red, and crawling down our main street
so that half-pints of cream would be there
chilled in the morning by
crisp, nose-pinching air
a stump has given way for a babe
a green shoot, that given half a chance
could grow larger than the parent
but probably won’t because of what is now
a poor location for a tree
june bugs and fire flies
not in number that we knew
no longer are they swept from the sidewalks
grasshoppers and dragon flies
aren’t about quite as they were
and violets, unceasingly underfoot
are less frequent
the hand-crank telephone
that slept in the shed
is gone to a collector
and given a price
the one-armed man
who rolled his own cigarettes
isn’t at the gas station in the afternoons
to tell us his stories
and his son has moved to the city
two-laners are multiplied
one-laners are grown over
and the last remnants of the old street car bed
are just gone
while we sleep one truck
slows in the snow
as furious windshield-wipers battle
to clear the glass
someone is looking, looking into a blue
and motionless night
glowing red barns
sporting tobacco leafs picture
and larger than life yellow words
are dirty grey between wide gaps
from board to board
the wind uses this place now
to hum through
but the grass still grows
short, thin and tireless to trampling
amid papers bags and candy wrappers
no matter
the unknown, never mown glen
harbors a curious ant
enjoying a climb up
and around
to seemingly nowhere
and the river still flows
where my brother and i
took the great canoe in search of ducks
but just as much, in search of adventure
that went with the south river brook
all the while we sleep
someone is dancing over our dreams
with you and i where we were
or might have been
another time and altogether
one day you will do the same
forever and forever ‘til forever
all the while we sleep
dancing in dream
someone is watching
over long fields of grass
through the great forests
lonely small animals search
for food, or the way to water
for a drink
in stillness the trees
hold their arms up
protecting those beneath
without question
the center of that world
the one unobserved
news sources don’t explain
that an old oak is near death
outliving its usefulness
because a child’s swing is gone
and no one will again
climb that high to tie new ropes
or that a great rock has rolled
for eons until the flaked gram is mistaken
for another piece of sand castle
while we sleep it goes on
in the personage of the milkman and baker
i remember the horse-drawn wagon
used once in a while,
painted red, and crawling down our main street
so that half-pints of cream would be there
chilled in the morning by
crisp, nose-pinching air
a stump has given way for a babe
a green shoot, that given half a chance
could grow larger than the parent
but probably won’t because of what is now
a poor location for a tree
june bugs and fire flies
not in number that we knew
no longer are they swept from the sidewalks
grasshoppers and dragon flies
aren’t about quite as they were
and violets, unceasingly underfoot
are less frequent
the hand-crank telephone
that slept in the shed
is gone to a collector
and given a price
the one-armed man
who rolled his own cigarettes
isn’t at the gas station in the afternoons
to tell us his stories
and his son has moved to the city
two-laners are multiplied
one-laners are grown over
and the last remnants of the old street car bed
are just gone
while we sleep one truck
slows in the snow
as furious windshield-wipers battle
to clear the glass
someone is looking, looking into a blue
and motionless night
glowing red barns
sporting tobacco leafs picture
and larger than life yellow words
are dirty grey between wide gaps
from board to board
the wind uses this place now
to hum through
but the grass still grows
short, thin and tireless to trampling
amid papers bags and candy wrappers
no matter
the unknown, never mown glen
harbors a curious ant
enjoying a climb up
and around
to seemingly nowhere
and the river still flows
where my brother and i
took the great canoe in search of ducks
but just as much, in search of adventure
that went with the south river brook
all the while we sleep
someone is dancing over our dreams
with you and i where we were
or might have been
another time and altogether
one day you will do the same
forever and forever ‘til forever
Thursday, June 25, 2009
ninety degrees
ninety degrees, humid and full up on robins
plus four eggs on deck in the nest
no one sits on the them today
must be plenty warm enough
one robin in the bird bath
one waiting, looks like he’s sweating
bird family’s sharing water space
most of the time, or too hot to argue
one this side of the pond
one’s in the water falls,
one waiting
everyone’s wet, ruffled and cranky
‘cept the eggs
they’re getting
their newbie brains
cooked in the shell
went out to check the nest
a bird’s back with the eggs
took five minutes for it to sit down
must be hot on the bird’s bottom
plus four eggs on deck in the nest
no one sits on the them today
must be plenty warm enough
one robin in the bird bath
one waiting, looks like he’s sweating
bird family’s sharing water space
most of the time, or too hot to argue
one this side of the pond
one’s in the water falls,
one waiting
everyone’s wet, ruffled and cranky
‘cept the eggs
they’re getting
their newbie brains
cooked in the shell
went out to check the nest
a bird’s back with the eggs
took five minutes for it to sit down
must be hot on the bird’s bottom
a billion
the other day I wrote about chocolate
a pleasant thought for us,
this morning on the BBC I heard
the World Food Organization announced
the number of hungry people in the world
is now estimated to be a billion
that’s one of every six people
who don’t have enough to eat
among these are parents
needing food to feed
their hungry children
like you, i have no answers
other than doing the best we can
in this world
with each other
one person at a time
a pleasant thought for us,
this morning on the BBC I heard
the World Food Organization announced
the number of hungry people in the world
is now estimated to be a billion
that’s one of every six people
who don’t have enough to eat
among these are parents
needing food to feed
their hungry children
like you, i have no answers
other than doing the best we can
in this world
with each other
one person at a time
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