Thursday, September 05, 2019

sun over all

average starting day.
a nothing special time of the week.
a period of hours from
sun to sun, of this i speak.
pressure added, atypical.
look. there is sun.
warming. totally wonderful.
sun full of wonder.
oh, yes.
all you do is look around.

Tuesday, September 03, 2019

a trip

so soon it seems
to be back again,
it is called a trip
to the dentist.
hear me now: the guy is smooth.

Sunday, September 01, 2019

August 1

First day thinking cold.
The season has rolled over.

Saturday, August 31, 2019

calm

turning to fall, calm and grey.
a quiet day.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

raining


it's raining drops heavy as rocks,
solid drum beats on the roof,
haven't heard tapping like that for a while;
rain enough to slow traffic.
the bubbling puddles come alive.

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

new post

don't know what day it is,
not the date or day of the week.
i can guess, and miss by a mile.
it's not important to me.
this is all good news.
now i can get paint out
and capture what i see in color.
sounds good, but won't happen.
here is where i will note the day,
in thought and words...okay.
they say it may thunder,
i hope it does; that's the kind of scary interruption i like.

Monday, August 26, 2019

song writer


seeing a song written out, music and words, is like seeing handwriting:
no matter how you feel about the song, when written down
you can gather a feeling for the writer.


paul mcartney, ned washington, paul simon, you and me.


Thursday, August 22, 2019

water be

you know there's
waterbe fallin', wet all over.
greets me first thing in the morning
when looking out the window.

wet all over.
so that's the kind of day it is,
i'll get used to it.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

mmmmn sweet corn

corn is golden
though color is secondary
when cob roasted...then
served with butter on,
and salt.


Tuesday, August 20, 2019

poems on the run/roast


at times i write them
want to hold them tight
not turn grey mice poems loose
out of the sock drawer

snap go now puppies on the run
out on their own
beyond my control
out of reach, out of sight

crossing the street
against the light
a lone drifter may find them
some blue dark still night

perhaps, and take comfort
then i guess it’s alright
the preceding has been noble, thus,
considering the source, largely untrue

so there goes nobility shit out the window
chasing my poems
what is left pass around
to you and you and you

it’s okay, Descartes wrote:
i think therefore i am
okay, i think i can
go along with that.



an some sonofapup drifter is liable
to catch my poems
cook them, debone 'em
or eat 'em alive

steps



needed front steps, not wood,
in our town it’s normal to call a cement contractor
that’s a guy who has a truck and pours cement
no problem, i’d call a guy, then another and another
the job to pour three steps was too small to be bothered with
they had big jobs, long driveways and whatever
that kept them from my three tiny steps

so i thought and thought - and thought of stone
okay, they wouldn’t come to pour cement,
our house was built in 1838, i’d get vintage stone steps

at the quarry the nice folks said they could do it,
cut Indiana Blue Sandstone that i selected, and deliver it,
set the stone down one , two, three, all i had to do
was provide the dimensions for three blocks i wanted, that was it

i had to prepare the ground, no one else would do it,
so i raked, then measured the first block,
the second had to fit back under the wood of the door,
the third had to be even with the inside floor.
one, two, three

for three weeks i planned. the first time I measured I thought I had it
a few days later i checked my figures and they were wrong, so i did it again
how simple, three blocks, one, two, three on top of each other, that’s it
it was many days to get it right.

on and on i figured stone dimensions, and finally i had it right.
the bottom block was largest,
the second and third were equally smaller.
it all would fit, everything was right.
the day they delivered the stone in a large truck with a crane,
they had one block cut wrong by two inches on one side.

i recalculated and told them how to put them down. one, two, three
in a half hour there were down and perfect,
you can’t see a cutting error.
now we have our three stone steps
the bottom, the second recessed under the Georgian doorway
the third level with the inside wood floor

come back in two hundred years
the house may be gone,
but the steps will be there

Sunday, August 18, 2019

jet lag

rushed out of the airport
jumped in a cab
went seventy-five feet
the guy slammed on the brakes

wasn’t a taxi, picked up his mother
made me get out
i know mama liked me
as he squealed off, she waved goodbye

Saturday, August 17, 2019

zipping

like a dog in a car
riding face first
hanging halfway out the window
what a highway we’re zipping

on a ball sailing through space
throttle to the floor
don’t need a pedigree
any mutt can do it

this is big fun
i wanna do it
my cheeks are flapping
hey, is anybody steering?

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

early america

went back
to a corner in america,
checked it out a few days.
how different to go there,
was like another country.
so quiet; with more trees than automobiles.
silence the way it used to be.

back then,
shorty after the united states was found
the population leaped in number.
they wanted more room.

the first town in the country's western expansion
is Marietta, on the Ohio River.
across from West Virginia.
so may trees all around.

we went through the old village and cemetery.
in the center saw the ancient Indian mound.
then rode a paddle wheeler to an island,
where we took a wagon drawn by two horses.
deer in a field stood still, looked back at us.
stopped in two museums.

the trip took us back in time.
many workers wore costumes of the past.
in all,  it was a good trip, different;
a good time
on a hot august day.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

italian holiday


Ferragusto, a public holiday. Introduced by Gaius Octavius 'Augustus'
after his victory over Mark Antony at the Battle of Actium on 2 September, 31 BC.

time to escape the heat,
anywhere you can go;
at the mountains, lakes or seaside.
it'll be a long weekend celebration or most of august.
friends and family gather
for the Italian mid-August summer holiday
with music, food, wine, and joy.
in the hills, on farms, in villages...
summer's celebration.
Don't you love it.

Monday, August 12, 2019

light summer rain


driving easy through light summer rain,
refreshing fields and flowers.

Saturday, August 10, 2019

chi

Quiet, easy.
Move with the sun.

Friday, August 09, 2019

the team

young and old together, excited talking fans standing ready
for the gates to open,
soon to be electrified by the game;
a double-header.

at last gates open...the crowd comes apart.
we burst in en masse.

our seats are good,
we overlook the diamond and field,
so do the rest of 38 thousand
Cleveland Indianites.

we are the fans, we cheer.
a fight until the end, both ends.
our team is victorious - twice.

from the shire


look and see, anonymous commented,
and there must be a group,
because they claim to be starting a
"new scheme in our community." those words caught my attention. it seems my writing has "performed a formidable process." does that seem right to you? now their entire community, i don't know how large it is, will probably be grateful. later someone will conclude success evidently. what does this mean? give me a simple happy face with birds in the breeze on wing gliding o'er the lake.

Monday, August 05, 2019

bobber


Lenovo i've had five years,
open it everyday
and didn't know the name of this computer.
call it Becky...or Bob.
no, bob sounds too much like
fishing things in the water,
called a bobber. i more or less googled that.
that's me and fishing, don't know to call bobbers.

breakfast in Shelby, in celebration of not being there a week.
the first string working today, all okay.
Mandy 2 did our coffee, Mandy 1 took the order
and delivered.

sky is good, weather fine.
heading home, down the line
a young Mennonite in long
dress and bonnet on a bicycle,
pulled happy kid in a wagon
who calmly looked around
comfortably taking in the position
he was in on a light breeze, sunny,
warm august morning.

he'll learn different things, different ways,
but won't know the name of my computer either.
please may he have a pond and a bobber.





***
i know: some are capitalized
later i may determine what is important

Or quit worrying about it.


Sunday, August 04, 2019

Why my phone rings

Hello.

Hi, this is Holly Jones from the prophecy department.

Say what? 

Hi, this is Holly Jones from the prophecy department.

You called me for something...a reason?

hmmm, packed

so much to read.
it is a pleasure
to absorb what others write;
of course, the volume is tremendous
i can't keep up. it's outa sight.

reading is enjoyable.
i'll take a few drops;

although now i'll pause
to think of ice cream, perhaps
take action, a few spoons full.

remember earlier we fought cold,
persistent showers, near freezing, wet;
now the time is baseball and ice cream.
so enjoy yourself.
coming up in a few weeks
will be sweet corn.
ah, the changing seasons.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

car over


I have seven empty eyeglass cases on the counter in the other room. The glasses are here and there. One pair I am wearing. A new pair will arrive Friday or Saturday. She told me to throw away the old empty cases. I'm thinking about it, not overly or seriously.
Let me correct that: six cases...I counted.
This paragraph is a chapter in
Taking Care of Counting.
However, nothing was thrown away or accomplished.
everyday i sing a song for you, meri sweetheart.
now you see i'm being tested for my head workings;
wow, they can do a new reworking.
a shortcut to happiness, soon as i get plugged in.
they can, but they won't;
probably it's too dangerous.
i fabricated that anyway, they can't make me better
by plugging me into their wall socket.

ok, now; going to see the Cleveland Indians.
then, doctor/wise, real testing...the type done to old people.

if you have insurance get on board.
i would not pay for it out of my pocket.
ballgame first, then next day doctoring,
so close, driving wise.

wait all winter for warmer days
to drift the river
taking the turns and straights,
going nowhere in particular,
what summer is for.
we can think so,
and remember, love, the Pleiades,
there is nothing brighter.

would like to take the bright stars in from the Pacific.
so where is my boat now?

Monday, July 29, 2019

ohio roading

big sign for a bump in the road...
what they don't tell...on a scale from 1 to ten.
.
a swing left Around a tractor.

then saw a house on a lake on the highway.
.
going easy;
stopped at a hand painted sign
in Sullivan for a chicken dinner.
they said now it's hot dogs and hamburgers...
chicken starts at four o'clock.
got back in the car and started for home.

Monday, July 22, 2019

rain steady on

the weather seems steady.
we have rain again,
it's not the rolly, fat cloud, stormy kind we had for a month.
this is rain regular, thank you.
.
other parts of the country may be filling up soggy.
we're handling it. it's running off, somehow.
our fields aren't puddles
but i wouldn't want to run a tractor in it..

i'm listening to myself
thinking that i'm not talking about
faces i see on the city streets of Rome.
for the lack of those daily familiars  my heart aches.

Saturday, July 20, 2019

hot yes

thickated, the time of year.
plants are full, leaves are all out.
carrying wads of green
more than you've seen
for a while,
oh, full summertime.






Thursday, July 18, 2019

on an elevator

to the next person on a crowded elevator he says,
“Hey, a couple of lifetimes ago we were
both Indians and we used to hunt together.”
the person he had spoken to glanced over and said,
“Are you talking to me?”

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

geese around these parts


the large black and white Canadian geese know their own reflection in the lake.
would vent their wings to find me if they knew i had corn...a handful in my pocket.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

found stones

nearly time for the show,
things to do...to be a participant.
checked all shelves and drawers,
every pocket. 
then got 'em, to my relief they turned up,
found the tickets. good looking tickets.
made with care.
time was short, had to leave now.
hummed a tune to myself all the way.
when i got to the exhibit
filed in with the rest, in order.
line kept moving.
yes, very crowded.
at the show looked with pleasure.
partly sunny, cool, light wind, and comfortable.
stones on the beach
are well shaped, softly colored,
attractive to spellbinding.
now the tough part:
long ago i heard, though it's wild, you don't take
rocks away from anywhere,
leave them where they are.

Monday, July 15, 2019

doing life

how are we?
working hard, sleeping well,
eating right, exercising?
make a list.
keep in line.
oh...enjoy life.