so summer, show me what you've got today.
Saturday, August 04, 2018
Thursday, August 02, 2018
good new travels
ten days with his son, mountain camping
away from the heat, sounds good;
oh yes, whatever your program: enjoy summer
Sunday, July 29, 2018
buggies, sunday
we saw eight in a row,
slow trotting, horse drawn, buggies;
all made the turn onto a smaller side road,
on their way to Sunday meeting;
anytime we pass a buggy, the driver,
man or woman, will raise a hand,
catch our eye and smile;
granting us permission to be there...
by saying a friendly hello.
we see faces and hands as
happy children wave out from
the buggy's rear window.
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
hey, how about it
see it? i like 'em.
dark and white clouds billow...
floating by...see 'em?
look up and wonder; will it rain,
or pass us by? what do you say?
i'd say though it's seems so...
kind of darn dry, you know.
we wait rain, we do.
pour it out, could you?
fill us up, Water Maker.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
rain would help
maybe it's the heat.
there are clouds passing by;
dampness would help.
Saturday, July 07, 2018
trees and beans
to see what this contains,
i'll say the title was written,
the following day a poem developed.
bees: make it trees and bees, better eh?
i did, so you have to,
i'd say so, so it is said.
now i'll clear this out,
write it and read it.
july 7, 2018...it'll be 78 degrees in fahrenheit.
no breeze to speak of...
no smoking either...
maybe that's the root of what this is about
Thursday, July 05, 2018
when it
mine, all mine. personal.
doing without, am i fooling myself?
folding myself
correcting settings on my machine, began to read these words out loud. became angry, not too much, just enough.
fill me in, what's easier.
the distraction will remove fault,
take the rest away.
who needs auto correct?
yes, it functions well.
am i smoothing out yet?
mentioning is a kin to ...
watermelon filled the space.
Wednesday, July 04, 2018
mark the date in stone
you moaning yearning, i feel you
reaching vainly,
deep hunger.
Monday, July 02, 2018
plumber eyes
fixed our drippy faucet.
took a year for him to get here,
because we didn't call him;
for sure that slowed him down.
then amazon did everything,
found a guy who knew what tools
to bring, and how to use them.
good for him and us
but i never got his name.
you see how well the new world works?
i want to believe in efficiency
for us, from him.
yet, we never got his name.
for shame, cold world.
i never heard him say his name.
Friday, June 29, 2018
up in smoke
crushed by hand/
roll it/
light it.../
up in smoke
okay, i know that one
so now i'll try this again,
i'll leave it alone.
good luck, good times.
Sunday, June 24, 2018
fiori di zucca
gathered zucchini flowers,
then battered and fried
ah, my favorites.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
away some
saw my daughter and her's;
this poet on vacation
made mental notes,
worked none at all.
all went well that way,
i'd say.
ate, weather hot,
what we got
hit the spot.
then we're out of there
not even wrinkled.
Saturday, June 02, 2018
i thought we were pals
fed their young worms about noon.
didn't know me or my whistle
from dee man in dah moon
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
vacation
not staying at home; rocket out.
leaving, far from winter,
side-step away from the usual.
can be done most anywhere
wake up, relax, go back to sleep.
soak it in, refresh yourself
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
what robin did
if i could fly i'd do that.
my neurologist doubts i'd accomplish
the rest of what the robin did:
jump 180 degrees and land
facing the other direction.
i said, don't bet on it,
when you're hot
you're hot.
Friday, May 25, 2018
robins decide
not a highly trafficked area.
nonetheless two returning robins
insisted on building a nest again
near the steps on our porch,
then made three more robins;
now are feeding them pieces of worms.
we have to be reasonably cooperative
and respectful of their activities.
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
found rocks
display special rocks you find
in a line on a table
so you appreciate finding them
Monday, May 21, 2018
go by
in wind light and variable.
sounds like the weatherman
but merely a morning porch looker;
and the train runs by half mile away.
the Q sounds. dah, dah dit dah.
my engineer friend 25 years ago
said no to the Q, just: long, long, short, long.
Yes, it calls the same
as a telegrapher on the plain
as steel wheels sound on the track
on an otherwise quiet morning
rolling, rolling go by
Toast for me
by the baker of the bread
been buttered she said
berry jelly is mine to apply
while there again:
rolling, rolling,
train rolling, go by
Sunday, May 20, 2018
purple on
flashy purple on the Queen, hat and dress
at the wedding of her grandson
on round the world tv,
oh, I noticed; fans don that chosen color
for the Lake Erie Crushers semi-pro baseball team;
here comes now: then identical, how did it happen,
my bright new t-shirt. exacto mundo or what?
didn't fall out of the sky.
i'm talking three same purples.
m chose the t-shirt or it appeared like magic in my clothes drawer.
she didn't help the queen
or the baseball team.
you decide what's coincidence.
throughout time you can rough shod ascertain
what day in our millennium this all came down.
gives me the willeys.
Sunday, April 08, 2018
won't
'cept i'm older;
jesus criminey
that wraps it up.
dreamt cowboys
redoing their movies,
they were older;
seemed 'bout logical.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
knee deep
never scribed a note when good words
began piling around me.
knee deep in my head.
unfortunately the trip to san fran ended without blunting pencil lead.
the good fortune is the trip.
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
be all
all is still outside my window
pit pat
except that.
as spring is set.
let's begin again.
temperate times, where are thee?
Thursday, March 01, 2018
search me
This bit of writing is an exercise in communication, me to you, and in writing. I know I should be writing more each day, but I get lost reading because I enjoy that too. I like to put my shoes on ... thought I'd mention that.
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
this world we live in
walk in the rain, in the wind. families carrying
their infants, seeking refuge, peace
somewhere.
dry in my bed last night, on the radio
i heard a young baseball player in Boston
or Baltimore had signed a contract for
150 or 160 million dollars.
.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
near spring
i call this our first spring day.
we waited a winter
not outer but inner,
now we're ready to play.
too much hoping, too soon.
the dreams floating
unsubstantiated and doomed.
tossed in the wind,
we'll try again
tomorrow.
Thursday, February 08, 2018
salt road
route 61 to Shelby and beyond.
17 degrees, the day before's snow on the road.
drove there, parked, we entered.
sat by the window;
looking good, view in and out. joint's hoppin'.
sunny side up and good hash browns
i ordered that.
"for potatoes..." the waitress
looking me in the eye or over my head and out the window
finalized, "shredded or chunks?" wants to speak
her own language...a real think-about.
made my mind up - shredded;
she went away then it all came back to me: got eggs and all.
ate with gusto, paid and told her
"it's all fine what you have here...so's the coffee."
she believed me, an eye blink goodbye.
white asphalt, dry and salted
as we rode on home
oh, yeah
On a personal note: At times I
have to work poems over for days.
Others I share quickly;
I want to serve them while they're hot.
.
winter's day ride
a pair of beautiful high stepping dark horses,
brown with lighter beige patches and white slashes,
pulling a clack buggy, silhouetted in bright snow.
a family aboard, my camera not ready ...
i see them come,
with children smiling.
there, hear them laughing
... there they go.
bundled for a winter's day ride.
oh, joy ... and nice horses
.
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