i read and slept by the usual time. thought i heard noise of cheers but it was only ten last night. l read the news now to see what happened. this morning it seems the usual outside: silent, okay.
now afternoon and it rains.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
i read and slept by the usual time. thought i heard noise of cheers but it was only ten last night. l read the news now to see what happened. this morning it seems the usual outside: silent, okay.
now afternoon and it rains.
The other side of the globe where it is summerish, weather warm, walking around without coats ... good for you. I thought of you today. it was direct thinking of you. enjoy your warm days. here it is cold, above freezing during the daytime, but cold enough i need to decide which hat will I wear every time I go out. so now, this is real thinking of you from me here.
next on my mind
is using capitalization of letters.
even in paragraph form
i prefer to do as with my poetry:
names, titles, what i choose ... not
grammatical order. doesn't make sense.
seems to read and write easily for me.
thought i'd say.
she hung it by a string from the ceiling.
gave a spin; it flashed in a sparkle of sun;
wow. beautiful to see.
after a while i pointed, "it's slowing up."
she shook her head and said, "we're all slowing up."
that time i nodded. she deserves an award for observation.
at long last the decoration slowly came to a stop
and began spinning back the other way.
i wish i could do that.
all right, after a heavy snow day
light rain has been falling.
are you okay with that? snow is leaving.
now it's warmer and January is a week away.
let's joyously throw away this old year
and begin a good year with new weather shall we?
fields are under white wonder.
the sky's the color of a week-old snow drift.
in the forecast rain is brewing
to wash away the freshly fallen
mounds of powder stewing
if not today, maybe tomorrow.
reagardless, have a nice day
until the rain man gets here
and washes everything away.