Saturday, April 06, 2019

coments


been reading comments.
they can't be real, not written by people.
without pertinence, how can that be?
pushed in piles,

selected out of a stack.
how disappointing to spend time reading
comments that come to me, seem like nothing.
without purpose. i don't understand. 

this week i'll see a relative who exercises.
he'll be happy, and i for him.
i'll see what comments he has:
on life, on how to proceed.

i imagine his advice will be to:
move ahead as best one can.
keep alert to adapt to changes that occur.
hope for the best. yeah, to be lucky is good.

easy does it

worked through the morning
coffeeed up, ate toast, now thinking.
62 to be the high and dry, i'm conditioned,
thinking we're headed for a beautiful day.

meanwhile we've packed for Utah.
to see family in the desert.
the change of climate is a break.
a reward for lasting another winter.

it's not Rome, but i'll take it.
easy does it sounds
like a resignation on the road of  life;
i'll take that too.




on the road, to the road,
these are my considerations.
i'll live with  that too.
an example why i need several days to resolve all.

Friday, April 05, 2019

changes

school out at 3,
now comes the bus;
3:45, see that? last kid off.
makes to and from in forty five minutes,
an exercise in patience,
in using time to the best of their ability.
i hope so. i never took a bus,
don't know a good example.
oh, the kid got off wearing ear phones, plugs or buds.
something studious or rock music.

and we had tickets for a Brahms concert
couldn't take a thirty minute drive up and back,
not in the mood, not last night;
read instead and went to bed early.
amid thoughts of April showers, flowers,
Easter on the way.
those bunnies, eggs and chocolate
are long gone now for me, thank god.
that's good news.
don't need it. the world changes, thank god, again.

Monday, April 01, 2019

apparent dream

i want
to remember my dream,
not all, a fraction. a minuscule dollop.
last night's i reason.
didn't it just happen?
seems that-away.
i showered, made the bed
am drinking coffee.
hear what i said?

it's simple, dream searching,
the tiniest morsel of recent dream
has hidden.
look at this, i can't recall a fleck.
when i began writing poems,
roughly, more or less, but much
but much (worth repeating) escapes me.

never dreamed

Sunday, March 31, 2019

april eve


the month is spring, the calendar says
Easter, flowers, soft wind, warmth.
though many years it's Ohio's
time of one last heavy snow.

not what i wish
when April comes to mind,
but i'm aware.

last year we didn't have an April snow,
nor the year before.
i mention it now because we're due.
today's projected high is a degree over freezing,
and now the sky is full cloudy, heavy, steel grey.

i want warm. today is April eve,
and i'm not looking out at Spring.
we had ground covering snow last night,
will it melt in seasonal warmth,
or pile on more white?
enough...i'll think Spring flowers.