Forecast everyday for weeks ahead.
Now it's said. You read it.
So will it come down hard and wet?
Don't forget. You read it.
I'd say before you know it'll turn to snow.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Forecast everyday for weeks ahead.
Now it's said. You read it.
So will it come down hard and wet?
Don't forget. You read it.
I'd say before you know it'll turn to snow.
she visited for a week;
we went to Pennsylvania.
hours on end meri drove us during a return of summer heat.
we had good talks and ate well.
saw many trees in Penn State.
to Pennsylvania in haste, we rolled along. enjoyed the views. air was good.
seemed like. We rode definitely raffic and
bunches of people were absorbing summer's end. good sense.
sss
I didn't feel the possive apostrophe;
preferred to end quietly.
At midnight I shouted the name Evelyn. It seemed justified. I shouted loud and clearly and woke my wife.
I've done this middle of the night shouting before, calling other words. I have never known someone by the name Evelyn or is a character named or mentioned in any of the books I am reading or have recently read named Evelyn.
My wife had a difficult time falling back to sleep. I never woke up and have a vague memory of shouting. My wife told me what I shouted.
Later this day my daughter heard the story and reminded me that on the menu the sandwich i ordered for lunch was called Eveylon 13 ... 13 dollars was the price.
Will you look at that.
afternoon clouds shield the bright sun
floating west to a beautiful sundown.
I want to photograph this colorful picture.
God please give patience
and can you hurry the hell up.
The idea strikes me, and without a pen or paper. I'll have to work this out. I want to put it down and not lose it.
Meanwhile It took just a turn around and fell again. A lump on the head and a trip to the hospital. by 8:30 the day begins again at home. Somehow I hit my back; i didn't find that until later at home. All is okay by noon.
Seems cool out. My daughter arrives late this afternoon. Also i pickup a leg brace this afternoon. Big doings for me in mid October. The lump on my head i feel is smaller.
isn't this a joy to crawl inside my head.
don'r see why i said.
would prefer perfect words
to sustain poetry feelings.
Can't tell what kept me busy all night. I was dreaming. Now the regular daily doings will hold me. Plus edible mushrooms growing all over. Rod brought another half mushroom that is football size. I liked the last one.
Day is half okay then will be warmer this afternoon. Summer lingers into fall.
They say , and they are who we listen too, It will not be colorful this year. i just said that and I don't know anything. Not much color is what I see, or don't see currently.
And today will be warm, 80 this afternoon. Haven't seen a rabbit for three days. A bird did swoop down yesterday, startled a rabbit as i was warching. The bunny left quickly for the bushes.
now,it seems we'll have a long autumn.
i notice the title of this open is inexplicable. if i knew i what i meant i'd correct what i wrote. I wrote that to reassure you. What I wrote is like a comfort blanket.
There is a crack in my poetry packet. Quiet and beautiful this morning. An absolute careful beginning to this mid November.
When can it be put back together? We'll do what we can.
can you draw the line
the color of fall is decent.
the lake in cloudy shade, rain is recent.
not asking for too much on a quiet Thursday.
on a day in October it's turning colder
with more to come, we'll see.
a cloud of yellow and orange shrooms.
lying down out back
and front and sides.
Rod brought half a puff
Largest I've seen
They'll eat the other half
he says we'll see.
how many bites can we take?
their time has ended.
the nagging monster biters quit biting
around here they left with the heat.
to the South i imagine, with insect full bellies.
a mass retreat from Ohio north.
what a relief.
we're glad their gone, of course.
raindrops on the windows this morning
and a palmsize insect i think is a mantis.
the rest of the report is quiet ... wordless.
imagine not a whisper of a stir.
straw and sticks, crackle in the field.
varied diamond shapes on a solid green.
printed argyle on lawns and open fields.
the design in this month of pumpkins on porches.
farm yards filling with orange and yellow spheres
prior to horse drawn wagons for hay rides.
fine nighttime fields of play.
haven't seen them for
more than a month. today they
appear ... lean, strong, light beige.
crossing the road a few houses over .
their area to roam near here is smaller.
no recent sign of them .
i keep watching.
everything changes it seems.
also; today is three
months before Christmas.
seasons fold under us.
1956 or so i happened to see
the remains of the last horse General
Custer's used in the 7th cavalry.
It was mounted, stuffed and full
of bullet and arrow holes
from the battle at Little Big Horn.
i saw it on display at Ohio'sCedar Point Amusement Park.
from 1876 to 1956 - 80 years later.
it seems all wasn't so long ago.
enjoy the quiet, it fills open space. <
take the day as it comes, everywhere, every place.
you've things to do and time is right.
open your heart, enjoy ... that's your part to play
day and night.
September we are in.
Let's put us back together shall we?
"We must make lying wrong again"
said the Secretary General of the United Nations.