Sunday, June 16, 2019

splash

i remember the dive
we called the canon ball.
off the pier we'd go.
yelling all the way down.
what summers were for.
one of us made the greatest splash.
yeah, we had fun in competition
splashtacular.

Saturday, June 15, 2019

water down

got up, made my bed, 
showered soapy, water, rinse.
as i parted my head, my hair in the middle,
over my shoulder the electronic calendar read,
clearly a synthetic voice said: "congratulations,
you've made it to another Saturday;
coincidentally, a free rolling weekend,
absolute-mentally disengaged,
with liberty and justice for many,
and ten straight days of rain forecast." What?
"with no humps or little boats in the stream;
thought it best to get it out of the way and tell you clean,
going to rain, keep raining. rain some more.
which size oars do you wish?
for sure keep going and
float to the right."


Friday, June 14, 2019

creek

flows the creek in constant motion,
smooth ripples ferry to the ocean

Thursday, June 13, 2019

seconds before sundown

river gulls soar toward the lake
crossing low overhead as last low rays
flash white bellies and orange beaks
golden in the final light of setting sun.

the picture in these words nab the blink and sheen
of a few seconds gliding, brilliant light,
gleam like polished steel, fencers thrusting
before the background, sorrowful autumn gray sky.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

door broke

had breakfast at our usual place out in the country.
sat way up front, few people there.
i went to the restroom, then couldn't get out.
the door knob wouldn't open the door.
after thinking two minutes i
knocked on the door six or eight times,
a waitress heard me knocking and let me out.
she said she just happened by,
i said she should tell someone the door is broken.
i don't think she thought about it again.
back at our table, finished my coffee,

ten minutes passed, i was watching,
no one went to the restroom.
we paid our bill and left.
as we were a few miles down the road i wondered

who's trapped in there now?

intentions

Went to the country, had eggs and toast, then gravy on potatoes..too much and ate most of it. Sometimes...yeah, well sometimes I don't follow my good intentions.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

June sun


outside the country store few sounds this morning,  a car, a shopper, distant birds, chickens. the slight metal rattle when a guy goes by on his bicycle, he smiles and waves as he passes. not much else going on; good June sun heating still air, been enough rain lately, fields are green. smells of summer all over.


the above is modern formatting, below my traditional beat poetry method. am i going into a period of change.  i'm not sure if that is a question.

outside the country store
few sounds this morning,
a car, a shopper,
distant birds, chickens.
the slight metal rattle when 
a guy goes by on his bicycle, 
he smiles and waves as he passes.
not much else going on;
good June sun heating still air,
been enough rain lately, fields are green,
smells of summer all over. 

Sunday, June 09, 2019

a song of it

ask around a while, you'll see,
not completely, but often;
June slides in as the favorite.
i'm thinking good weather 
after the months waiting to get here.
relax in that chair, the one you know and love.
coffee is ready, or take the tea.
sugar or no, as you prefer.
that's clouds rolling in.
and your father,
talking water here, i like water...
a dip in the pool, some rain or the ocean,
float along. find the melody,
make a song of it.
soft and yeah, a song you feel.
words you need, when you desire.
soft and yeah.
from the heart.

Saturday, June 08, 2019

apples near the wall

seven years ago she planted,
had an idea, bought them young 
from Mark the plant seller.
put in two apple trees,
twigs they were.
near the wall.
a good idea. espalier.
beautiful from the beginning.
how time evolves.
seasons roll through.
the one on the left produces apples,
the other does not,
she trims them
attempts to get the other to bloom.
will time change this

blur brings mail

our female mail person is
shorter than yours;
head down walking,
moves along in a flash,
zipping by.
i've yelled hello when she put mail in our box,
she never acknowledges me.
maybe her ears are plugged into something.
an unabridged version of Moby Dick?
or hot music?
i'll never know.
she never sees me when i wave
won't leave her cookies this Christmas
like the old days.
instead i'll tape a note on the mail box:
"the whale kills Ahab."
not true, i wrote something silly,
i think we're on the end of the mail route.
the mail person wants to
finish work, go home,
listen to music, read a book.

Thursday, June 06, 2019

graduate

my grandaughter, Kaylan, wraps
high school; cap and gown.
now, to encounter the world.

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

Dog's a bother

my daughter's dog weighs
as much as i do,
nearly, and has big feet.
he stepped on my arm,
punctured it.
he jumps around and is happy.
i like the dog, but now avoid him.
he stayed home when
i ate pasta in an italian restaurent
last night.
melanzana, ricota salata like, dry cheese
and rigatoni alla norma.
this morning i ate it cold.
a dream like breakfast.
It will be sunny and warm.
this is temecula,
southern california.
many people, i can say that again.
not especially easy going.
i bet even the menonites
walk around
with an edge on.

Monday, June 03, 2019

been water

been sky
water falling regularly,
wet mornings we've seen.
sleep through the most of it.
downpours, shake the roof, that sort.

then pauses we'd have;
some days none.
none pauses. kept raining.

factually speaking,
we haven't seen a regular month,
kind we had and knew before
for a bit, for  a country while.
that's truth of the matter.
don't know if records broke,
but sounds like i got impressed.
did enough...yup.

Sunday, June 02, 2019

like a bomb

rapid expansion of the air
surrounding the lightening bolt at
1:43 this morning caused thunder
to echo a full minute as it continued the
sound on to Michigan or Pennsylvania.
i awoke a minute before,
had my senses when the explosion occurred.
vibrated the town,
sounded like a bomb.
an incredible boom.

Saturday, June 01, 2019

rifle me up some breakfast

the piano stumbled to a halt like a fallen horse.
the room got quiet.
she walked over, pad and pen ready,
with a lift of her eye
shot me the glance
i didn't pause, i let her have it:
2 up, rye toast;
i sat still, mouth closed after that.
she asked, no potatoes, bacon or pie?
i held the reins tight, my coach on course.
coffee me, please.
"What about fresh, smoking, cherry pie
warm out of the oven?"
she gave me that smile she was known for,
and nodded.
"not today, Mandy. as curly your hair,
as bright is your smile,
i'm holding...i'll play these, thank you."
and the piano started up again,
chatter all over, plates clinked,
chairs squeaked and movement
burst out everywhere.

Friday, May 31, 2019

hospital lobby

in the lobby i met another jack,
a hospital volunteer, he began talking to me;
explained, because he hit his head
and can't remember names, his wife left him.
i told Jack he'd probably remember my name.
(i wanted him to feel better so i didn't tell him
he probably wouldn't remember my face.)
every few minutes he told me about banging his head
while having fun playing the Rascals and the Turtles on his phone.
i wanted to read my book but he
held the music coming out of his phoneclose to my face.
i pulled back to focus my eyes on the phone,
but he said there was nothing to read on the phone.
i had to listen to the music.
he asked if i liked the rascals and the turtles
and i said "i think i did fifty years ago,  i don't remember."
Jack said they are his favorite groups.
they still are.
he saw them in concert.

only three of us were in the lobby.
a thin, slight, 20 year old roofer
moved closer to us to be nearer the festivities.
he wore old, worn, jeans,
no socks or shoes.
i first noticed him because he had, "no shirt?"
said he "got soaked."
a half-hour before it rained a storm's worth in five minutes.
i told him we were both named jack and asked his name,
i don't remember his name,
maybe the other jack does.
i asked why he's in hospital.
said, "a lump on my knee is getting larger...
insurance expires in two days."


Thursday, May 30, 2019

seasonal winds


500 reports of tornadoes in the last thirty days in the U.S.
i hope my Kansas family ducked trouble.
yesterday Ohio had 4 tornadoes...
we've 64 to 75 Fahrenheit cool.
another thing: i have to look up
how to spell Fahrenheit every time.
it is the practically silent first h i forget about.
now the more i say it, it louder it gets.
Fah-ren-heit. Fah, Fah, Fahrenheit.
still cool, talking weather,
running out of May.
run, run, running is no problem, uh spelling.
also, summer will get here, just saying.
and, think two h's in Fahrenheit.

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

tension for the fans

a cold rainy night
went to bed early
heard in the morning
indians squeezed by boston

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

broken protocol


trains, as i've previously mentioned,
sound off when passing  through our town:
the sequence you hear is a
long, long, short long.
i've heard the train go by all my life,
today six shorts, a pause, 2 shorts
reviving the old time: shave and a haircut, two bits.
someone thought this funny,
a celebration of Memorial Day;
an offense to train protocol.
never heard it before,
hope i never do again.
i'm serious about trains.

Monday, May 27, 2019

a coffee aday

when i today sure searched finding
how coffee from drinking
is positine or negathon.
then reviewed my life and pal coffee,
to sit and have a cup.
to know by remembering seemed better than google,
as amn't in the state of complete burn out
from too much coffee, for sure.
get ready for this.
for can find not finding
no coffee they say,
no sleep, harm, harming
no cream so that's an okay.
no fat here, just a buzz;
knock yourself out.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

poeming

I.
oh, coffee, please yes, starting with coffee.
thank you. nice to see you.
is this seat taken? well, heh heh,
yes, i'm sitting here.
   ...
you're my what?
i mean, no kidding...
   ...
sure i do.
that's right. i wouldn't forget.
you've got that look about you.
say, while we're talking,
you know i received emails about new books,
you know how many?
right, nod your head, mega plenty. plentissimo.
titles more than i can handle
coffee i can handle, you were ready weren't you.
thank you.
sure i know you.


II
rhythm and rhyme
poems take time.
no doubt, take them out,
shake 'em like a rug.
until they shine.
going to make it mine,
before i give it away.

Friday, May 24, 2019

if cows could talk to me

if cows could talk to me
that would be interesting;
don't have one,
haven't seen one face to face for a while
just thinking of the eyes,
one large eye on each side
big and brown. looking,
nearly thinking of something, the cow.
calm, for the most part.
depends, mostly.
apparently content.

began my day

began my day
knee deep in Facebook,
to see who is doing what hey?
what do you say, go out to eat?
she give the nod.
then off to our favorite haunt.
roads away.

we glide into place.
full of quiet talk.
it's humming,
plates, forks and coffee pouring.
steaming hungry, you'd think so
by the way i order breakfast;
double fisted all is resolved.
pancakes in syrup and butter.

to home going when passing
a field of yellow flowers,
pointing says she to look.
a blur we go by.
feeling fresh morning it's the coffee i remember.


I have done to satisfaction when taken to a point near confusion. Did you manage?

Thursday, May 23, 2019

until then


in a while i'll close my eyes,
until then
tell me again...
so in my room late at night

with the window open...
trains passing in the distance,
i hear the music from nearby homes
alive on summer nights,

voices of people and their melodies
come to me over fields,

i'll think of nights that could be magic;
and with music playing fall asleep.

Annie said...
In the quiet of the night, every sound is memorable, and something about the cadence and imagery of your poem is both melancholy and peaceful at the same time. Wishing you magic.
from Monday, July 09, 2012

Monday, May 20, 2019

chase gave

we rolled out yesterday
to see our young friend;
Chase Castle, with a recent bachelor degree
in keyboard performance from Baldwin Wallace,
soon to work on a doctor of philosophy,
has given concerts in eleven states.
last night played organ concert at
St. Peter Lutheran Church, Norwalk, Ohio.
76 people were in audience.
didn't punch tickets, the number in the crowd
is my guess; one young couple among elders.
chase played the keyboard in the balcony.
all watched on jumbotron.
as he reeled off an hour of solemn songs.
one sing along had the crowd metaphorically
eating out of his hands.
at the finale all applauded heartily. i never heard cheering
in a church before, but all in attendance were ready.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

eyebrows are

eyebrows are so
you can look startled
curious, interested,
or angry.

eyelids are for winking
and closing out light
the part of the night
when you're sleeping.

crying is for babies
and feeling better, after.




From July 2016. 

Saturday, May 18, 2019

donny boy

have a goat, his name is don.
doesn't mind if i get on
and ride like the wind.

he plays horse, of course.
and i'm cowboy.
jumping fences. in the wind.
jumping fences in the wind.

any old morning.
or middle of the night,
running full in starlight.
jumping fences in the wind,
jumping fences in the wind.

Friday, May 17, 2019

explosion

this morning 9:15 an explosion.
the house shook with the boom.
that's the essence of this poem.
noteworthy: power's gone.
a puff of smoke cleared half a block away.
all is silent, also worth note.
city workers walking by out front
said a transformer blew, they pointed.
here no need to heat or cool.
as weather's in the middle,
neither hot nor cold.
patience is required and all will be fine.
city workers are on the job.
meanwhile our coffee is made and cooling.
we'll soon be up and running.
i made this note.
while keeping an eye out.
you never can tell.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

sun angle in may

the angle of the morning sun
perfect and bright
like the moon last night,
just right.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

onward

to cleveland, wasn't my plan.
have to follow the program,
actually don't have to,
but pieces fall together smother
excuse me, smoother,
together smoother when
my part of the program
is handled as written,
as set out, as expected by others
who depend on me.
besides, my insurance covers me.
so there it is.
now you want roses added
and make this a love poem?
darling, here they are, metaphorically.
program complete.

Monday, May 13, 2019

sky moans

not a patch of blue
only a slowly rotating blanket of darkness
whispering wet morn.
day after day storms hang close.
the last bumped north, growling.
now in line to catch more
it drips the roof hello.
rainy days, we know you.
no need to go out to feel water.
won't plant vegetables today,
better inside, dry
seeing through foggy windows.
look at the puddles, 
hear tapping on the roof.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

directionally clear

got out my ship compass 
to check.
with paper, pen, tape.
i labeled from the center.
north is the refrigerator,
that way, south is the rocking chair.
so we can head around knowing
where we are and how to get there.
totally directionally clear.

Saturday, May 11, 2019

ode for deer

near the quiet town, New Haven,
three deer, to one side,
off the road
in tall grass, pause.
calmly look our way.
preeminent creatures.
standing without movement,
their beauty
took my breath away.

Friday, May 10, 2019

helpers

the birds help with a poem
they are the live souls.
sure plants are living,
but don't hop on my fence,
can't practically dance.
then let me give a salute to plants
that can be seen growing
day by day
and become flowers
bursting into joyful color
or produce fruits or vegetables
that need only salt or oil
to sure taste good,
provide nutrition;
their down side is
they never tweet.

This is my lost poem of 8 May. Diane, thank you. You copied this and sent a compliment. I lost it and thus you brought it back to live again. I am most grateful.

short line

had a poem lined up,
one, yesterday's.
short line.
where did it go?

i know i had one.
for may 8,
no idea where it went.
so, i say good day

to that what i wrote.
where? can't tell.
no idea what happened.
evidently it didn't float.

lost, though i searched around;
carefully, took my time.
seems i trashed a good one
into the sea of delightful rhyme.




Thursday, May 09, 2019

warm again

you know, one day it will be warm again.
another thing,  i'll get my stuff in order.
wait, i'd like more coffee...
please.
// you want a refill?//
did i say that? i meant that.
//here comes//
thanks...and there she goes.
so i said, a lot is out of place.
i have to put stuff away,
things should be where they belong.
they don't go automatically...
too bad.
one day cars will drive themselves,
they say. automatically.
can they build me a garage?
the cars, i mean. i wonder.
//... //
she glared at me.
i'm serious.
//drink your coffee...sip it.
oh, by the way, the good news is
one day it will be warm again.//

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

onions

carefully eyeing  the circumference of the garden.
having given thought to where summer sun
will best caress the lovelies.
kicked ideas in my head, lost track, came back.
decided exactly where they would thrive.
imagined skin reds and purples of the honey's to be
while patiently waiting
this developing warm spring day.
now: when under arrival the beacon of noon sun 
small bulbs, called sets,
are lovingly pushed one at a time
into invitingly soft, fertilized, prepared soil;
to be watered and sunned,
day after warm day,
growing continuously,
sweet, large, savory and wonderful.
yes,of course there is waiting involved,
but time steps forward.
summer will take a hold.
in a hurrah velvety onions will be.

Monday, May 06, 2019

Race for the Roses

The race was this weekend.
Today we drove in the country
to the Mennonite store.
Wanted to ask if Chuck was here
Meri reminded me, "There is no Saint Chuck,
Mark is his name." I didn't see him,
so I asked the girl in the bonnet
working the counter
who she bet on
in the Kentucky Derby.

Sunday, May 05, 2019

come on

i don't remember other years with rain so much.
or all this gray instead of blue.
waiting change again; warm up some.
clear skies, come on home.

Friday, May 03, 2019

what i

what i dreamed i remember.
can't put into words.
it's on the tip of my head, tongue.
ready to make me smile.


Wednesday, May 01, 2019

the change

here is
the change i've been waiting.
warm today they say,
oh, we're ready.
then on the menu for this afternoon,
a shake 'em up thunderstorm.
we'll work through it,
bear with it.
take what we get.

stopped in Milan, she got coffee,
i had a cheese filled donut,
hey, i chewed it slowly.
she shared her coffee.
still waiting for rain,
and it's warm out, nearly hot.

dogs walking, geese honking,
the park at the reservoir.
breeze blowing; call it wind kicking up.
making circles of last fall's leaves.

man it stirs the trees,
runs ripples on the water.
i hear a train away.
going to rain at three, they say...

a big one, already half past the hour.
checked the radar, storm's running west.
maybe later we'll catch it.
now we're out of it. warm, that's it.


Tuesday, April 30, 2019

even steven


can you call it,
the game, the card, the number, the winner:
heads or tails?
are you guessing or do you know?
want to tell me how?
can i do it?

predicting with an edge
does you every well?
what can be the difficulty?
is the answer floating in space somewhere?
do you recommend it for under eighteen?
is it better i forget about it?

Monday, April 29, 2019

due

thick clouds, bright,
light gray morning,
easy we go ahead
winding out of April.
May planting time will be welcome.
there's going to be more flowers this year;
i need the color to remind me of the good times.
seems a fine idea, right?
i'm garden ready.
will be out to catch sun rays first chance i get,
can feel the warmth just thinking about it.
summer ahead is due.
treat me well.

Sunday, April 28, 2019

remember again

winter long,
no wonder cowboys shot their guns
in the sky, unnecessarily.

flurries falling slow enough to see between,
how's that for a picture in your head?
that was february,
april is winding up.

i am running out of waiting for
weather i can handle.

how about taking my shoes off outside.
no, that's not a question, it's a suggestion.

a remember summer days:
berry pie, garden time.
it'll happen.

Friday, April 26, 2019

rain day


kept in by a rain day.
the current book i'm reading,
today's words i'm writing,
it's dry glue on stiff, old paper adhering my attention.
yet i'll chance a drift to places i've been,
this swell time for drifting,
words of songs i've written float in and out of focus,
along side dear friends.
now this gives me pause.
how pleasant words can be,
jarring memories that hold sweetness.
the flapping wings of a large goose or pheasant
rising from a field, soaring, thump, thump,thump, close by overhead.
i am startled and pleased by the action.
Veering low and off, i feel the wind.
how quickly gone. 
and a smile remains on my face.
a frozen second of good time.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

ready to plant

breakfast light,
cooked oats with raisins in.
outside temperature cool,
not freezing.
at the tree by the window,
the bird on the branch seemed to shiver.
we glanced and nodded.
had the same thought.
surely snow is over,
a new season we've got

while cleaning the dishes it seemed
it is reasonable time to be welcoming spring.
the plants are ready, need temperatures rise.
after all, it's nearly May, we've got spring skies
and flowers and seeds to put in the ground,
a new season we're claiming.
she's ready to plant.
the day it quits raining.
i'll make note.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

camp out

scout out the far off, soft rolling hills.
you can see miles of dry range;
try this near lone peak
the farmer says it is a good spot
for a tenacious view of sunset.
you have permission to camp there
this light wind, warm, summer day.
bring the gear you need,
carry everything up the hill.

start a small fire, make coffee
and fry up vegetable pot stickers
add zippy,  sweet sauce.
it tastes just right.
talk and laugh a while, glad to be there.
what a spot you have for a bed roll.
light clouds and a sliver for a moon.
discover a quiet, starry night.

with open ways east there's a splendid shot of the rising sun.
it's quiet, a few birds and warm already.
heat up the coffee.
go ahead and smile.
a good way to start the day.

Friday, April 19, 2019

helpers

the birds help with a poem.
they are the live souls.
sure plants are living,
but don't hop on my fence,
can't practically dance.
then let me give a salute to plants
that can be seen growing
day by day
and become flowers
bursting into joyful color
or produce fruit and vegetables
that need only salt or oil
to sure taste good,
provide nutrition;
their down side is
they never tweet.

Thursday, April 18, 2019

workin' devices

have seen them for years now,
lined up anywhere,
heads down.
won't look around,
in a hurry,  no apparent worry.
yet somehow concerns are involved.
seem well fed and dressed.
hair is cut to style.
rapid improvises, 
completely dissolved
into their devices.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

spring soon

2019 the news grim.
Notre Dame burned.

we drove for breakfast at our favorite place,
looking around for damage. we knew
a portion of the town Shelby two days before
suffered a hit by a tornado.
the restaurant remains unscathed.
later, on the way to the market in Shilo
sheets of roofing metal were strewn across fields,
we passed near a large crumpled metal piece of roofing,
another lie in a field a quarter mile away.
barns had been torn in half while half remained unharmed.
trees are dropped sporadically in wooded areas,
a root ball lies exposed as if plucked from the ground,
with the large trunk lying on its side.
on the way to the Panktown market
we had to divert several times,
half the roads were closed for repair.
in 6 days Spring begins.
hopefully the storms are over.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Flyin'

sleepin' deep
in a hurry tonight,
time is running
8 something to 5 we've marked off.
mornin' take off,
rollin' before dawn.

this is las vegas.
a blanket of silence
would you think...
streets empty
far as i can see ...

all the way up and all the way down.
at this hour ...
plenty folks.
in line, nodded good morning,
behind her eyes shown an understanding, a warmth.


saw baseball hat
with a large red t.
stood for: The

flew all day,
got home.

Friday, April 12, 2019

trip

the days folded like a nomad's tent,
we pegged off a week

visited donna and gerry, we did.
         
drove the mountain ways
under iron filled red cliffs, with
cars and trucks rolling past, thick as
rabits in the wild.

vacationers, population, what hey.

red striations 1 million years old.

rain struck hard on the windshield.
the sound searching, tapping  lonely.

indians could hide
standing in front of you, on the plains.

driving many miles,
nothing out there
 save brush, sand, thin wire fences and
 the distant line of hills.
crusing along
we have no radio on,
there is the hum of the tires on the highway.

Thursday, April 11, 2019

colding.

past week,
hot very to be, said they
predicting weather you know who does.
heat went quickly.
we felt a days worth.

walk out now in chill.

Warmth didn't prevail this time utah,
doesn't matter, we've coolness.
canyons, cliffs  explode in uncontrolable fantasy, colorwise, beyond expectation.

Tuesday, April 09, 2019

snow canyon

eighty degrees, they said it would be,
sixty felt like,
plus overcast,
foot off the gas
Zion ... weather is cool.
takin' it easy.
good talking  gerry brother in law.
books, no bugs out west,
thick gray day. space out here.
no dogs barking today,
cowboys and indians
long ago roamed snow canyon.

Sunday, April 07, 2019

crowd

dreamed a crowd,
a busy day, in the crowd ...
but quiet, didn't hear noise.
packed in, many faces, turning, moving.
looking around, some were vaguely familiar.

i had nothing to say.
where have you been?
remembered songs i had written
and forgotten long ago.
not bad songs, never did anything with them.
they are easy to forget again;
like a poem i find again,
and say, oh, yeah, i remember you, then let go again.

it's more comfortable to take slow speed drives
in the country. passing Mennonite families,
dressed in gray, hats and bonnets,
in their horse drawn buggies.
we wave, they wave, smiles, good day all.

i see the young boys wearing
sturdy, wide brim hats like their fathers,
proud, feeling dressed in style.

girls in solid colors, pastels,
then grays, always solid colors, darker as they are older,
all with aprons.

so there goes dreaming,
this summer have to see the festival fund raiser
they hold for their school.
in the meantime all rolls on.

Saturday, April 06, 2019

coments


been reading comments.
they can't be real, not written by people.
without pertinence, how can that be?
pushed in piles,

selected out of a stack.
how disappointing to spend time reading
comments that come to me, seem like nothing.
without purpose. i don't understand. 

this week i'll see a relative who exercises.
he'll be happy, and i for him.
i'll see what comments he has:
on life, on how to proceed.

i imagine his advice will be to:
move ahead as best one can.
keep alert to adapt to changes that occur.
hope for the best. yeah, to be lucky is good.

easy does it

worked through the morning
coffeeed up, ate toast, now thinking.
62 to be the high and dry, i'm conditioned,
thinking we're headed for a beautiful day.

meanwhile we've packed for Utah.
to see family in the desert.
the change of climate is a break.
a reward for lasting another winter.

it's not Rome, but i'll take it.
easy does it sounds
like a resignation on the road of  life;
i'll take that too.




on the road, to the road,
these are my considerations.
i'll live with  that too.
an example why i need several days to resolve all.

Friday, April 05, 2019

changes

school out at 3,
now comes the bus;
3:45, see that? last kid off.
makes to and from in forty five minutes,
an exercise in patience,
in using time to the best of their ability.
i hope so. i never took a bus,
don't know a good example.
oh, the kid got off wearing ear phones, plugs or buds.
something studious or rock music.

and we had tickets for a Brahms concert
couldn't take a thirty minute drive up and back,
not in the mood, not last night;
read instead and went to bed early.
amid thoughts of April showers, flowers,
Easter on the way.
those bunnies, eggs and chocolate
are long gone now for me, thank god.
that's good news.
don't need it. the world changes, thank god, again.

Monday, April 01, 2019

apparent dream

i want
to remember my dream,
not all, a fraction. a minuscule dollop.
last night's i reason.
didn't it just happen?
seems that-away.
i showered, made the bed
am drinking coffee.
hear what i said?

it's simple, dream searching,
the tiniest morsel of recent dream
has hidden.
look at this, i can't recall a fleck.
when i began writing poems,
roughly, more or less, but much
but much (worth repeating) escapes me.

never dreamed

Sunday, March 31, 2019

april eve


the month is spring, the calendar says
Easter, flowers, soft wind, warmth.
though many years it's Ohio's
time of one last heavy snow.

not what i wish
when April comes to mind,
but i'm aware.

last year we didn't have an April snow,
nor the year before.
i mention it now because we're due.
today's projected high is a degree over freezing,
and now the sky is full cloudy, heavy, steel grey.

i want warm. today is April eve,
and i'm not looking out at Spring.
we had ground covering snow last night,
will it melt in seasonal warmth,
or pile on more white?
enough...i'll think Spring flowers.

Saturday, March 30, 2019

past year's


in half a reflection
i see past years become pastures

because of the long fields
we pass each week,
a variety, changing always.
i nearly mentioned seasons,

in Ohio changing fields are endless.

now in march, looking around it seems forever cold.
this year, last year, the years before that.
now the end of winter we're between seasons,
nothing definite. one not gone,
the new not underway.

in a week or few we'll be in warm,
let that seem forever, always warm.
ah...the satisfaction.
that'll go nicely in the pastures.
with wheat, goats, cows, horses and corn.
all the way.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

the village

on the near corner
a street cleaner rolls by loudly humming
no discernible tune.
not a man with a straw broom,
a large, blue truck with spinning brushes
on the bottom,
shaking houses a block away.
this is life in the village.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

soon it will be spring

took the winding road, familiar drive
for breakfast at our same spot Shelby,
an easy, country ride all the way.
wound past Plymouth and New Haven,
beyond the falling down, drive-in theater
to our unsung, out of the way village
where same spot parking is a comfort.
again we found the restaurant tranquil,
no music, light chatter, usual crew working.
customers at ease, composed.
seems everyone's half pilgrim.
had eggs again, cooked to satisfaction.
farm fresh, must be chickens nearby.
a degree or so more and we'd have warm spring.
it soon will be.

Monday, March 25, 2019

cooking it


i am looking at a plantain recipe,
stick with me,
it's right here on this paper.
now, i'll set it on the table.
see here,
the recipe says i should cut the plantains
in circles? how in hell do i do that?
it’s a banana not a melon.
well, it looks like a banana.
slices, you could say slices.
they'd be circular, maybe that's it.
another thing, here, this is good,
why is everything fried
until it’s "golden brown".
did you notice?
is that the only attractive cooking color, brown?
isn’t there another shade?
forget i asked, close your eyes,
breath easy...in, out.
now fry the damn plantain.
they're delicious.

Sunday, March 24, 2019

robin vision


from the porch
75 yards away i see...
the porch isn't 75 yards away.
75 yards away from the porch
i see a robin on a rooftop.
not a starling, a robin;
pause now to let that sink in.

the figure of an hourglass, swelt.
the younger generationals
may not know an hourglass.
i understand why you not would,
a negative know about.

a fine figured bird as you can imagine.
standing tall, not ball shaped
like those squatty starlings.
the robin, princess of the aviary,
a well-formed chick, not spherical.
tiny eagle-like of your dreams,
though if you seldom dream of robins.
i understand completely, who can blame you.



march, the middle


sitting on the bench
on the porch in the sun,
nothing done, especially,
the day's early, relatively.

all is fine. the time is mine,
it's quiet and a slow start...
they say it will be warmer later,
they is the weather people.

for me to do now? i'm going in.
thinking up new passwords, isn't necessary,
google probably thinks i should.
is this practically a romantic poem yet?

at this moment i'll clear my head.
enough said, except about the weather;
it'll be 45 degrees today, i'm excited.
spring degrees are a reasonable presumption.

that's what winter in ohio does to you.
enough writing in here, it's march,
i'm going back on the porch
while the sun is still up.

Friday, March 22, 2019

have a nice day

ohio weather - 10 day summary
cloudy, wind, morning snow showers,
sunny, cloudy, mostly sunny, sleet,
partly cloudy. have a nice day.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

comfort


old classmates getting together,
at noon, a good time for us.
been friends a while,
nine of us together,
a class fraction, maybe a fifth,
i'd have to think to give a number.
exactly nine counting me,
of this i'm sure.
we had a few empty seats.
are we getting tired or just old?
well, we had fun seeing each other;
there is comfort in that,
i'm sure.

the result: looking for the next time.
and this the first day of spring.
a lot to be thankful for,
somewhat.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

for comments

anonymous is fine

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.
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.

 

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.

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.


Saturday, March 16, 2019

an education

an education?​
rich kids cheating,
gain fame, admiration,
endorsements,notoriety,
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.

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


nothing changes,
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.

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.

left my


left my beret in Finney Hall,
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


the wild wind almost knocked me down,
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


kevlar, tevlar, a tough cover
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


Miracle whip, a salad dressing.
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


have my day right,
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


flurries fall slow enough to see between,
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


grey is the morning,
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


a snow melt again
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


so i'll paint the upstairs walls
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

go away winter


warm we can get used to;
it is about time.
surrender winter,
glad to see you go.

Sunday, February 03, 2019

big sun


temperatures higher now,
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 break in the cold. the freezing,
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


Chicago is expecting minus 60 Fahrenheit.
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


looking out i saw it
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


twisted, rolling clouds lite up,
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


rain all day on top of
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


pro foootball players make big money.
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


woke to drifts over two feet.
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


m and i used to be 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.