A grand pack floating in rolling zoom.
There is Hardly room for more.
Still blowing in
Upon thick piles
Crowded over.
We need to holdout a few days.
The weather is turning soon.
We can make it.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
A grand pack floating in rolling zoom.
There is Hardly room for more.
Still blowing in
Upon thick piles
Crowded over.
We need to holdout a few days.
The weather is turning soon.
We can make it.
Peaks alive color strong
Good morning friend, how are you.
Seems you’re riding well today
I’m just a tree away
Sorting as we g o .!
Who’s counting?
Shirts and skins,
there’s no hair like the buffalo.
Cold but less so
This tues has gone easier than days before
We’ll take the pause
Our winter can slacken anytime it wants
The sun is warming, no doubt
The middle of the week brings change
Heavy Sun and deep shadows are welcome
Write this day down
So you probably noticed thatTuesday isn’t exactly the week’s middle .
But exactomundo is a more or less.
You can tell how it is presented
With a feeling of spaciousness around.
Circling as it comes in for a landing
Five is all the degrees
This slow start morning.
White blanket Covers frozen land
Pennants in the field flutter
Takes the breath away
Reaching lower
Far out this morn
In the cold so forlorn..
Stiff temperatures not bending
Go easy, message sending.
Go easy today.
It will be better.
Finish winter then spring will come on.
We’ll find our way.
Barely, barely bearable in the teens
Living outdoors offers you little protection from the cold.
A few, maybe four days coming up
They’ll do what they can
Hide where it’s bearable.
They know what is around.
They will do what is necessary
We’ll help them hide from the weather
Days gathered in a pile
A heap of frigid mounting
Stiff and Snow White stacked
Bunnies can walk over to nibble sticks
They will dodge the temperature drop a few days
Then the break will mean less lower mercury
And what could be a start toward spring.
Giacomo will have an operation on his heart.
they know what they're doing .
i hope it goes quickly
and is easy on Giacomo.
i want it to go quicker and easier than anyone forecasts.
this is major.
he is so important to so many.
the leader of family and friends is down.
for some reason the rain has stopped.
it is still grey, but absolutely quiet. no tap,tap, dripping or pounding.
the house doesn't shake. and there is no traffic; that's normal.
no running away from anything.
they said we'd have a lot of snow when we woke.
i get to believing the weather folk.
we have to take forecasts skeptically, cautiously.
step by step we fill th day.
i'm reading and writing here.
filling the day.
like we all do.
Every now and then
Turn around bright eyes.
April it will be here.
Song by Bonnie Tyler
This straightening afternoon of no rain
Gives the opportunity to take a nap.
Or would you rather be a mule?
That’s a song from the 1950s.
Moving around, thinking of Rome.
Having a good time.
Finding a legal parking space. it’s not too late.
How’s a nap??
Meri made coffee and said she slept poorly again
The usual for her, I was sleeping
Black is the outside I see from here.
Football games including Cleveland for today.
can we find a few lines of joy this day.
something to say hi and fine are you.
balance the news and weather
put on my heavt coat and hat and gloves.
To the neighbors to eat
And speak of Rome.
Seems within our ability.
We will car over, they live a house away.
Linda and Harold.
He plays the giant organ, I saw him do that.
She was mayor when we moved here.
Meridith is the excellent gardener.
They have seen her out working
I take up space here.
This Saturday appears grey.
Starting slowly
They have seen me push my walker on the driveway
I am sure
Then I voiced the first American commercial ever to win
Top prize at Cannes France international festival
I’m sure they never heard about that.
Twice I crossed paths with actor
Edward G. Robinson. Not much, just a little, but both times it was a
somewhat particular experience. The first time happened in a
department store in Columbus Ohio in the mid 1960s. He was in the
city to perform in a play. I remember I’d happened to see something
about that in the newspaper.
On an off shopping day, like a
Tuesday or maybe a Thursday, There was something I had to pick up at
the department store and just left the second floor riding down on
the escalator, when I noticed across on the escalator on the other
side, coming up toward me was Edward G. Robinson.
The store
was nearly empty whatever hour it was. We were riding along, albeit
in opposite directions, as we came closer. It took only a second and
I’m sure the recognition began to show on my face as we stared at
each other. No doubt he was used to the reaction, a questioning look
that turns into a smile of recognition. He smiled back as we crossed
and continued our separate ways. I was delighted by that chance
encounter.
A few years later, and two thousand miles away I
was at Los Angeles International Airport, again alone on an
escalator, when I glanced across and there, on the opposite
escalator, also alone, heading my way was Edward G. Robinson. Again
few people were anywhere near.
I had turned a half second
before him this time and the benefit of that split second was time
enough for recognition. I knew who he was as he turned his head
toward me, and was already staring at him.
In that instant he
saw me I had it in my mind that he recognized me from our previous
trip on an escalator together because that first time we were quite
alone in the store and looked at each other quite hard.
As we
passed each other this time he turned his head back and kept eye
contact a bit longer than was necessary, with a questioning look on
his face, as if trying to remember where he had seen me. This time he
was riding down and I was heading up. I smiled and nodded in passing.
It was a goodbye to him.
I wanted to turn and tell some one,
anyone who would listen, what had happened. But what could I blurt
out to a total stranger in ten seconds that would tell the story, how
it was, how I felt about the unlikely strangeness. Nothing. I had to
digest the event alone and keep going. Let Edward G. Robinson figure
it out and smile at the incongruity.
Concentrate easy like ,,, a pace you can take.
a little thinking effort can help you develop.
work it out.
first dash of white this season.
seems time for it i reason.
first trace.
and this space is a complete cover.
admonish the wait
brush off the plate.
present our mild winter with a ribbon
now we can remember
this time of year
properly
now it seems right, how it ought'a be.
Running right up the boulevard
Fashionably consistent
Until I forgot where I was going.
Now my age is showing
Will hold steady although it’s not easy.
First the weather is off the normal path.
No snow and not cold enough for the first week of January.
Some good is New our wild rabbit is back.
We were gone a month and she stayed home.
Traffic is: one car passes every fifteen minutes.
Calmly beaming into tomorrow
Where it should go, you know.
Full picture showy bright
Hold four head up right
We have you in sight.
Turn out the light
And sleep tight