anonymous is fine
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
no tunes
it's warmer.
the birds are back to nest in the eves.
they remember or, one of them does,
where they were born,
where he or she was born.
sparrows on one corner, starlings the
other
they're flying around, they are ready.
this year i'm not whistling their song,
not now.
not now.
so far they're not nest building.
i won't sound inviting tunes,
maybe they'll build somewhere else.
i'm tempted, it's easy, i enjoy talking to them, but
will keep my whistle shut.
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
wall sun
looking bright,
the sun on the wall
had me thinking of what i forgot already,
confusing when i put it in words;
playing mental slow ball this morn,
idly putting pieces together,
fascinated by the gold color of the sun reflected on the wall...
sure is a fine time of day.
said that before.
had an orange, made a coffee,
brown sugar today, wasn't going to, did anyway.
keeping a low profile,
nothing getting started.
i'll write this down and see what happens next.
no appointments, that's good.
reading the son by phillip meyer, enjoying
time with the native americans,
a world with nature,
a hundred years before i got here.
would you know, it was not
so long ago.
the sun on the wall
had me thinking of what i forgot already,
confusing when i put it in words;
playing mental slow ball this morn,
idly putting pieces together,
fascinated by the gold color of the sun reflected on the wall...
sure is a fine time of day.
said that before.
had an orange, made a coffee,
brown sugar today, wasn't going to, did anyway.
keeping a low profile,
nothing getting started.
i'll write this down and see what happens next.
no appointments, that's good.
reading the son by phillip meyer, enjoying
time with the native americans,
a world with nature,
a hundred years before i got here.
would you know, it was not
so long ago.
Monday, March 18, 2019
jotting down between storms
the wooden table from the mountain
stands dark against the wall
undisturbed...
by the window in the hall i write;
end the sentence there,
look out at at the no rain, no snow morning...
where's the unpleasant weather?
here's light frost in ohio,
i'm thinking of swinging under the golden gate,
no swinging, just heading, into the bay,
running with the tide in my Monterrey,
coming in under the great bridge,
years ago...a good time then
when running with the tide in light weather.
california, you did me well.
and the swell i rode in on.
and now recall, best of all,
when weather was no problem...
sometime i wonder where the old boat is now.
someone is treating it right, no doubt.
i'm happy to remember.
though ohio is no problem...
here cruising along,
part humming a song
recalling my boat...
working through the days,
while making note.
stands dark against the wall
undisturbed...
by the window in the hall i write;
end the sentence there,
look out at at the no rain, no snow morning...
where's the unpleasant weather?
here's light frost in ohio,
i'm thinking of swinging under the golden gate,
no swinging, just heading, into the bay,
running with the tide in my Monterrey,
coming in under the great bridge,
years ago...a good time then
when running with the tide in light weather.
california, you did me well.
and the swell i rode in on.
and now recall, best of all,
when weather was no problem...
sometime i wonder where the old boat is now.
someone is treating it right, no doubt.
i'm happy to remember.
though ohio is no problem...
here cruising along,
part humming a song
recalling my boat...
working through the days,
while making note.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
a break
today we got a break in the weather,
it's about time.
we were getting tired waiting;
seemed winter wouldn't let go.
now we feel the weather could be getting warmer soon,
good news if it happens.
i saw a few birds...
come ahead now, springtime,
we're ready for you.
it rained hard...
now it's snowing.
it's about time.
we were getting tired waiting;
seemed winter wouldn't let go.
now we feel the weather could be getting warmer soon,
good news if it happens.
i saw a few birds...
come ahead now, springtime,
we're ready for you.
it rained hard...
now it's snowing.
Saturday, March 16, 2019
an education
an education?
rich kids cheating,
gain fame, admiration,
endorsements,notoriety,
a side step up in our culture.
a side step up in our culture.
entitled, disgusting.
why this echelon exists
is beyond cultural limits.
where is reading?
leave me by the table lamp
to study, to wonder...
oh, by the way, nice shoes.
oh, by the way, nice shoes.
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
spring to be
waiting with the weather,
from the inside looking out.
no doubt it will be spring,
going to get here, however,
it's not leaping out to grab us.
we'll bump along through flakes of snow,
occasional blustery rain,
all portents of this spring to be.
can't rush it.
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
in the country
honey bunch
why doncha pack a lunch
i'll hold you when we get there
in the sun. see it.
we'll sit down
hang around
what you say?
it's our day of sunshine.
hold on, look.
blue sky above, and laughter,
we'll be feeling love, my dove,
tell me, what do you say?
Friday, March 08, 2019
months bundle
there is variety.
I'll have one to go.
wrap them up.
February always runs quickly,
then before you know
skip to May,
okay, we're halfway.
check the moon,
then it's June
seems what's close.
all so soon.
July again before you know it.
roll them on
moon lover.
take them quickly
as they come
light weather ahead
no more winter to speak of,
winter is a season complete.
any snow and cold ahead
will be bearable.
Tuesday, March 05, 2019
5 march
in Rome you could wear a hat
here in ohio you will, no doubt,
because it's very cold this march.
take your mind off of it.
pancakes keep me going
and they only happen once a week or so,
that's how powerful they are;
and warm and liquidy
with butter and syrup,
real maple syrup.
got everything set but
candles on the table,
now look! through the window near.
i'm pointing. i see flurries.
here in ohio you will, no doubt,
because it's very cold this march.
take your mind off of it.
pancakes keep me going
and they only happen once a week or so,
that's how powerful they are;
and warm and liquidy
with butter and syrup,
real maple syrup.
got everything set but
candles on the table,
now look! through the window near.
i'm pointing. i see flurries.
Thursday, February 28, 2019
dumped a ton of comments
change
now i will, i was wrong
i will publish comments from anonymous
now i'm thinking
of "ton a comments".
that's how it rolls
dialectically in ohioan.
now i will, i was wrong
i will publish comments from anonymous
now i'm thinking
of "ton a comments".
that's how it rolls
dialectically in ohioan.
left my
Oberlin Conservatory of music.
called this morning to say i left my “derby”;
called back to say it's a “beret”.
last night's concert featured a
great mezzo soprano, and piano,
then player on stand up bass made in 1741,
then came in the rest -
trumpet, drums, an accordionist
with instrument from Brazil.
they entirety gave and got a “wow”,
top line classical and jazz performance.
everyone took solos,
artists as accomplished as possible.
surprised i didn't leave with cold feet
cause they knocked my socks off.
Sunday, February 24, 2019
to write
hard board and chalk
a chair and a light,
then ready to write.
...how about a thought?
that's good, just don't over do it.
you're not out to prove anything.
readers will draw their own conclusions,
that's what the chalk is for.
wild wind
otherwise the day is fine,
warmer.
solid sleep then eggs for breakfast.
made a coffee, sipped it down,
moved around,
took out the trash,
practically walking ok.
ok this day.
took a blast of wind
enough for now.
holy cow.
inside is warm, comfortable.
i look out the window and smile.
this note is enough to write
for now. my heart's fine.
no rain, just wind.
it's that kind of day again.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
keep going
what you need.
there is that word “need” again.
Schnevlar.
no, “need”. you “need”,
keeps you working to keep up,
get along. not on top,
just getting along.
i need a tough shield, sort of.
or to move along like i have one.
look both ways.
keep going. It'll all work out.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
over and out
Salad oil, salad grease.
Salad sauce, i'd say.
salad sauce of happiness, call it that.
there is no miracle involved.
don't go in, the salad's dressing.
a good job, naming stuff?
one good name, you're finished,
next week find new job
Sunday, February 17, 2019
sunday now
clouds bright in one spot this morning.
the sun is back there
covered by slow, high grey cloud swirls.
no breeze out here in front.
leaveless trees are standing still.
cold outside for sure
the prediction calls for
snow this afternoon, this morning is dry.
we'll see what winter means.
i count on any snowfall today to be beautiful.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
it's saturday
cold enough to stay around
on the ground.
it's winter cold.
it's february, what you'd expect,
what we see when we wake
on saturday.
quite a day.
another one in winter.
Friday, February 15, 2019
little to go
now without rain.
the month is quick.
screaming through February.
nowhere particular to go.
making notes, reading
and writing what is needed.
i can coffee up
and plan ahead,
keeping order, regarding
as best i can.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
blue shadow
in a day's light rain.
warm, but not to get excited;
more cold to come.
today's rain water will
freeze again tonight,
more winter on the way they say;
we'll see enough
to decorate the ground white,
and cast a blue shadow.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
come alive
in pastels, swirls, tubes, circles
dots, clefs and parallel lines
until the room looks like one of my modern art engravings
come alive
Monday, February 04, 2019
Sunday, February 03, 2019
big sun
fifty degrees at noon and climbing.
i go to the porch where
it feels familiar though not quite spring,
working in that direction.
Tecumseh, you passed by; were born here
two hundred years ago.
what is new for you, are you
more familiar with this land?
water flowing these streams.
winter's not as tough for you now.
all is quiet in the fields.
the deer are still here.
not as many, yet plenty.
we see them, and now birds
have begun to stir after a tough winter's quiet.
much land is taken over by roads, towns.
trees are fewer yet
forests remain;
thank goodness.
Saturday, February 02, 2019
a break
a little, some better, some say...
we'll see and hope so,
all the way.
161 snow records broken in January,
forty percent of the US covered in snow,
it's winter enough.
look ahead for goodness.
we'll take spring, i know.
all of us are ready.
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
wait the weather
every is expecting agonizing low temperatures,
now while sitting at the table
talking about tomorrow's weather.
we will think of it, but not
spend a large amount of time
futurizing weather conditions.
numbers are predicted, then are changed,
we get distracted during the day
and wait to see what happens.
Monday, January 28, 2019
rise, sun
such color.
the sun rise exploded pink.
in blistering cold, no wind.
never felt a day like it.
in two more it will drop well below freezing.
this is 29 january 2019 happening now.
see you, pal;
we'll see how it goes.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
irregular
didn't cross the field.
came straight down the sidewalk.
i saw the tracks,
not large as i'd expect;
has little bunny feet.
i looked as he crossed the street
then sat up large as a pooka.
his jacket would be a rabbit extra large.
must live under those pine trees;
glad i never walk there.
Friday, January 25, 2019
wild morning light
blown about.
the sun is pow-wild bright.
you forget this is a winter morning
when you're watching wild morning light.
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
over melt
hard pack snow heaps.
they say, again they do the talking,
twelve hours straight of falling water, oh yeah.
how much melt?
it's a matter of warm
don't you suppose, and there is.
warming, then cold again.
lets have
soup for lunch. don't worry
your pretty well
over melt.
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
heading up
you watch them on TV,
that's why they get the gravy.
they get a million dollars
every time they turn around.
buy a ticket and keep 'em going.
i am sorry they bang heads.
Sunday, January 20, 2019
january, there is snow
still falling, blowing this morning,
snow like i've never seen.
safe at home.
couldn't get to the street anyway,
no traffic is moving.
twenty-something degrees outside...
wait, i checked, make that 13 and dropping.
i'm staying home; big football on TV;
at the end of baseball season i didn't care,
now can't miss it, it is better than the Superbowl today,
New England Patriots versus Kansas City Chiefs.
Saturday, January 19, 2019
here to there
what i see, that's how it is.
an internet live camera looks down on the piazza,
and it tugs at my heart to see Rome this way,
from here; and there it is.
look, now it's afternoon here
and being six hours ahead,
it's nighttime there already.
take a breath.
we'll work it out
and be together
Rome.
Thursday, January 17, 2019
glance
while it is dusting white,
yielding little flurries;
the storm has not begun;
not the one to shut us in for a few days
or make a drive to the airport perilous.
long ago we'd look and guess the weather,
now we glance and know it will snow at 2pm.
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
until then
to find new paint, new walls,
favorite possessions moved to new places.
old tables suddenly turned around take on a look of new.
sun light comes in and through unexpected places.
new window views take getting used to.
waiting a few days will make all become familiar.
until seasons change and tilt the light
Sunday, January 13, 2019
cover
woke to the silent white,
a coverlet of snow.
it's heavy, you can feel it.
and not a sound outside.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
in the country
where i'm sitting, waiting,
nothing in particular.
she smiles at me.
i take a second to react,
then remember where we are;
although she's not Mennonite
or anything particular, just a middle aged lady,
we are out in the country
where people are kinder.
so i relax and smile back.
Tuesday, January 08, 2019
Eddie katzman
has gone among the stars
no time to fold his tent,
a step and he is gone;
he always traveled light.
- - - - - - -
sifu, gorilla lover.
Oh, Eddie, sunlight reminds me of you.
Bac wa, tai chi, chi gung
so long Eddie Katzman,
your teachings are with me;
friend i am to you
Friday, December 28, 2018
my phone rings
if companies think
calling me will lead
them to making money
in line
often repeated.
naturally i thought i'd seen every combination;
woke, glanced over;
what i saw on the clock surprised me.
a new one, 1 2 3 4
Thursday, December 27, 2018
on the morn
shakes 'em so
they blow in the breeze;
this morning they do,
i see that.
when then on a sudden,
it's quiet for certain;
like that you know.
so loosely hang this time,
all working out fine,
no wind, no blow.
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
my pictures
keep them flat and dry,
with not a wrinkle.
store them away like sweet dreams;
we spent time together.
do review what I have painted,
now and then,
remember way-back when.
i tell you this:
on cold winter mornings they would build
a keep-warm fire.
you could catch the heat of flames,
a big one. It felt good,
it distracted from the cold.
Wednesday, December 05, 2018
table in the sun
as i sat having coffee with Alberto.
ah, the magic of art and artists
develops at a table in the sun.
È venuto Giancarlino e mi ha salutato
mentre sedevo a prendere un caffè con Alberto.
ah, la magia dell'arte e degli artisti
si sviluppa a un tavolo al sole.
remembers
a worker walked by, said ciao, Jack.
the face i knew, forgot his name.
hello, good bye, my friends,
the month went quickly,
old friends, familiar places.
so good to see them all...
i knew when we were young.
Monday, December 03, 2018
monday morning
7 under the wet tent;
each know the chores,
working separately, together;
cutting, cleaning, preparing vegetables
so the market can live again.
food shoppers brave spattering, cool, winter rains,
amid happy chatter.
all jobs will be done.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
time
from a while ago.
we smiled.
i didn't know what to say;
asked of her child.
feminine, she replied,
sixteen years old.
view
icebergs are melting,
there’s floating trash in the oceans.
the universe is expanding.
scientists have conflicting notions.
is it hotter
or colder,
or the same.
what’s the trend?
i don’t care, it really doesn’t matter to me.
i need to know only two things:
when i go outside do I need a jacket?
and what’s for dinner?
there’s floating trash in the oceans.
the universe is expanding.
scientists have conflicting notions.
is it hotter
or colder,
or the same.
what’s the trend?
i don’t care, it really doesn’t matter to me.
i need to know only two things:
when i go outside do I need a jacket?
and what’s for dinner?
Thursday, November 22, 2018
in waves
then closing my eyes
goes like rain
after another, another
not rapid though smooth,
continuous. it's a dream,
on a train. scenes passing.
heads down cows on green far hills.
constant movement in waves
then coffee in an unfamiliar bar
somewhat dim, comfortable, pleasant.
worn, rolling wood, beautifully polished.
sun's warmth on my back, and i remember the train.
calmly i gaze out the window;
so apparent, how pleasant
a nap can be
Saturday, November 10, 2018
sitting in the right seat
i'd sure like to keep it with me all day,
the warm spot,
all over my face.
you make me happy, sun.
Friday, November 09, 2018
cold outside
but don't knock yourself out.
wear a hat when you go out,
and take your time, don't slip;
the rain is turning to snow.
baby, it's cold outside.
Monday, October 29, 2018
quiet ahead
see morning's dull beige, long rolling, calm, open fields.
a creek meanders the lower section.
crops have been harvested.
all is buttoned up. farms are still.
what few birds haven't gone south
are down at this hour; geese and scavengers.
dark gray skies have a glow in the east.
chip monks are in hiding,
resting geese a field away.
a good hour to appreciate the view.
winter's here in a month or two,
freeze everything, turn it white,
settle all down until spring.
these are the farmer's easy, between times.
good for planning, thinking.
quiet abounds.
Sunday, October 28, 2018
autumn joy
of October got to the leaves,
squeezed out the color.
see it now abound;
the booming joy called autumn is here.
wind blows, relax,
it is the season.
Thursday, October 25, 2018
this morning
above far trees and buildings
and taps my eye;
that's the start of the day.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
changes
the calendar unwinds,
weeks into seasons;
how well do you keep track?
it happens to me when
occasionally i think of it.
as garden vegetables change,
picked ripe, some eaten
some preserved out of sight;
books are read, time moves.
when winter develops
delights she had saved
now ready for eating;
design becomes surprises,
how tasty; thanks, planter and planner.
Friday, October 19, 2018
starting
starting early
before dawn;
creeping right along.
pants on, moving.
found my shoes
hum a song.
hear her making coffee.
i'm ready.
come on day.
Thursday, October 18, 2018
Friday, October 12, 2018
Cool and rain
cool and rain.
a sudden autumn chill
came sooner than expected.
cap and jacket
serve you well,
the season changed,
time to give into it.
find the joy.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
all share
two hours after dawn,
half hour to home;
deliberately taking small roads;
got behind two women riding
a horse drawn cart.
smiling, talking, just older than girls,
their strong brown horse, beautiful.
they in cart, we in car
All share these country lanes
this partly gold sun morn.
Sunday, September 30, 2018
go ibid
in oberlin. tiny hall.
phrases loud as i've ever heard
also softness in the extreme.
strange selections, locally written.
the french pianist played his entire movement
with his left hand
good job, wild program, not your regular.
now, heard the orchestra again last night
with lang lang on piano.
why is he renown?
folks. he's smooth.
long fast runs...quiet, quick.
clean as i've never heard in any recording.
he's got it.
29 september 2018 was
for the 100th anniversary gala of the Cleveland Orchestra.
Franz Welsor-Most conducted,
Lang Lang played the piano,
M drove.
the audience in formal wear
went for a dinner after the concert
we went home,
it was bedtime.
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
phone proclamation
in that one word i heard
the voice and education of a 1950s show girl.
she continued lightly admonishing,
slightly breathy, "I'm calling from
the U.S. Treasury Department..." that was enough;
i smiled and disconnected. she failed the audition.
i hung up.
Friday, September 14, 2018
day begins
different the way this day begins.
i could be working early;
am thinking of the mystery in the fields,
beautiful out this morning.
first coffee starts me off;
playing it familiar.
i'll think about the fields
then decide which pot to stir.
taking the morning easy.
Monday, September 10, 2018
fall so
out of the thermometer.
it's September, after all.
from shorts to long pants;
the transition to fall.
Sunday, September 09, 2018
aleppo pepper
at the country store,
one other customer at the register;
a Mennonite woman
buying a large assortment of bananas.
m wondered what recipe she had;
waited as bananas were
individually weighed.
m picked up aleppo pepper from Syria,
the fiery taste of the Mediterranean;
we'd sprinkle it on fried eggs;
a brilliant tang for breakfast:
leapers
Friday, September 07, 2018
Thursday, September 06, 2018
everything is temporary
the city guys in hard hats
are tearing out the sidewalk
in front of our house
and all the way down the street,
preparing for a new gas line,
a better line,
fat plastic, so it won't rust
and will last a century
or until there is something better;
they talk among themselves
and explained to us
so we'd know:
everything is temporary.
Tuesday, September 04, 2018
Easter Island statues
want to wake to see
one like it in your yard?
are forty feet tall,
weigh 75 tons.
mow around it.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Saturday, August 18, 2018
the season
so what, hey it's august,
i wait all year for this discomfort;
it could be an island with the sea
but i don't have to use bug repellent.
feel it getting better?
watermelon is in season.
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
august moving
now midway
marking summer on the wane.
time to diminish in intensity.
can you believe it?
so soon again.
sweetcorn is the good of it
Monday, August 13, 2018
morning, august
for bees and hummingbirds.
sip your coffee,
take a look.
enjoy the day.
could use a pile of days like this.
.
Tuesday, August 07, 2018
going to rain
shook the windows,
and the house,
explosions of glorious thunder,
only a pause...before rain pounded.
carefully i planned words to write this,
fell back asleep...
woke remembering little;
sidewalks are damp
Sunday, August 05, 2018
Thankyou
Annie and Tom,
Thanks for your support.
I should work harder.
Oh, Annie, I forgot how to publish comments.
i think they are on.
.
waiting weather
that's it...no rain,
not out there...here.
nothing expected, forget it,
a dull okay, that's good enough.
can't have it all; would like it cooler,
there i go.
what do i want?
i think, first - not to be foolish;
we can't have it all:
there are good starting points...
like nice clouds.
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.
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