there is no grip.
tell me now
did you feel the earth slip?
who is holding our system together.
oh, i recall delightful water falls in other years when
weather and foliage were in harmony.
one follows the other. watch seasons unfold.
the story will be told.
but it's not yet October.
we can fold over,
now wait the leaves to color
dry fields and trees.
i happened to look
when seven deer crossed the street
two houses over. it was the whole family
moving absolutely quietly.
the youngest was small
and the father carried an impressive, large rack of horns.
they walked to an empty lot.
couldn't see them.
i don't know how long they stayed.
i never saw them again.
knew it would be
although the future seemed a dream.
the pitcher now hurls the ball 100 miles an hour.
plenty zipping.
batters standing at the plate
don' t have time to relax and think
when the sphere speeds toward them.
will it be where I'm swinging?
is it high or low
straight or curving
am I ready
to poke it a mile?
easily we wake, i'm uncluding you
giving credit whether you deserve it or not.
this is your lucky day, eh?
what do you say? feel great, hey?
you walked right into that.
now it's middle of the week.
weather reached a peak.
in a month or so I'll wear a hat.
i'm thrilled.
aim low and live pleased.
a dream time lugging in a bag
to carry the load
wipe it clean with a rag
say you've been told
been thinking like summer
now here's the number
a change in the runner
so long cucumber
you're fried, oiled and chewed
add music for the mood
you know the perfect ending
a well-made pizza is our food
line 'em up. want to hear?
this time it's canadian.
way back upon a beer. that's a story.
long ago. remember. or maybe sooner.
next week.
september in the rain. a drama that we'll
make up as we go.
colorful skies and ice cream ... will keep us occupied.
i need to paint it.
i'm certified
colors ready.
took a few hours before i noticed
no one was around the neighborhood.
hardly a movement outside.
Thursday afternoon would turn out to be a sleeper.
still and warm ; no, hot. say i forgot we had
no breeze. the temperature went up a few more degrees.
heat is coming again, yet this morning ...
this morning it is nearly cool
definitely comfortable, you know the feeling.
all begins the way it should.
dress for the joy of summer. i would.
the season is a runner.
lit in stars, while here down under
we feel the way we do.
today is filled with blessed wonder.
wait now for rainstorm thunder.
riding tied in place
smooth and familiar.
take it at your pace
where you're safe and the boss.
no one will argue
the weather's so right
when you're in a comfort zone,
little doggie, have a good night.
rabbits were out some
back and forth in the wooded area.
saw from the kitchen window.
ate lunch, afternoon heated.
kept low.
we had them. enjoyable.
a few days of nothing happening in the sky.
a dull time, up there to down here.
sunny and warm, pleasantries deployable.
i'll say it again in my heart.
you don't need to read the final part;
nothing happened.
crowded by splashes, left and right.
up against a building with
no dry space to move ahead.
can barely turn to look over my shoulder.
seeking a dry place to hide from the rain;
at least the cold wind can't reach me here.
great.
i'm pressed against a wall.
hear the passing train.
you hear that?
the reason is the wind coming my way
nearly blows me off my feet.
come on, we're out of here.
you drive, i'll ride.
what are you smiling for?
let's go. run for it.
can recall a day without rain
somewhat plain
down the lane
goes by saying
a wagon drawn by horse
they're out there, of course
merrily we spot them
never to be forgotten
though it was another time
before cars were the solution
speeding all the time now
and my, so much pollution.
mainsail drawn and lifted,
only the jib for the last few hundred yards.
soft breeze this afternoon.
tide is changing now.
mostly boat people on the docks.
a couple nod or wave
others with their minds full can't see everything.
the current pulled me home.
all quiet and content at this hour.
As few squeaks and cleats banging.
the end of the afternoon.
went out and back so soon.
so much we've enjoyed ...
growing, giving savour;
as now we take it all
on subtle tints in whiffs of flavor.
this morning is cold and damp ...
am i joking? It's how morning feels.
today radio mentioned the explosion.
which reminded me
i'm six months and six days
older than the initial atomic blast.
also i'm ten years older than McDonald's.
a softer realm where
the buildings and the people
lived a supplemental story.
different everyone's aboard.
the cast has nearly rolled over.
the color of the trees
and clouds and everything outside
looked like rain.
i've painted it, and lived it
and nothing happened
and i said it again: it lo
oked like rain.
fifteen minutes and i said it again.
without a boom of thunder it fell
heavy as ever rain happened.
plowing to the earth.
wonderful summer rain.
hard to believe
she said that.
i made uncom-
fortable a three sylable
word instead of four.
i said comferble, something
i forever hear others say and
will always mentally note it,
i never say, never would say that
with an entire unblemished
brain. oh damn, now i forget
what she said. oh, she was
surprised i made the error.
me too.
i like those rabbits and they're around;
keeping busy.
Wind up the animals in a breeze.
all of them.
they speed off when they want too.
afternoon sun and warmth is right for everyone.
pond water is out there, down the road.
rabbits don't need it;however water makes me comfortable
just to see it.
Rabbits get water out of the plants they eat.
and they have fur coats all the time.
i saw one jump quick in the bushes
the true story of how i held a ball
on the moon.
the ball was not a sphere it
was a dance.
i should have sold tickets
because Bezo and the other rich guy
that went to space for a minute
could each buy a million dollar ticket
and be eligible for the drawing and
win the yet to be determined prize.
and i take organizer fees.
Okay?
Ok. music is also to be determined
daring to be,
a tough time for the world.
we move ahead cautiously. we're here today in the
spirit of together.
* * *
there is
global concern for how the world's going.doctors define our situation.
while we continue as always,
we drive-by crowded shopping center parking lots and wonder what everyone else is thinking.
***
some places have poetry on - or coming out of them
i’ve found poems by looking at forgotten notes i left in the
pockets
of jackets i haven’t worn for years,
***
i've
found poetry on city streets, especially at corners,
in crowded
stores when the music’s not too loud
on buses, on hot days
in rain or snow, especially when traffic flows,
i see poetry outside when a cloud tilts a certain way,
in a coffee shop, when the waitress places the menu upside down on the counter and walks quickly a block away in her mind,
***
i feel poetry when touching an old wooden hand
rail,
while walking soft carpeted
stairs ... up or down
and in the
colors in a painting; a landscape i once saw in a museum
that reminds me of some place i long to be
and how about you ...
how do you feel poetry ?
i think it is going to be hot.
a blue sky today for sure.
i 'm occupied making notes.
could use a lake with a small row boat.
the rabbit is laying calm.
good sense.
a Wednesday in July
jeeze-o-pete: nothing like it,
summer is on, home or away.
i'll take it. dream it better if necessary.
stay warm, cover up, sleep well.
and the days are yours, Sunshine.
work 'em out.
you had an ideal spring.
winding quick as only a phone could ring.
i've seen so many people over the years ...
now they're strarting to repeat
thursday, has turned warm,
while still quiet. What a charm.
Will it rain tomorrow? such a distant
word, tomorrow ... and so many
we have counted. mystery days we've
mounted, piled in our box of charms.
winding up other weeks.
how much and when?
saying rain's coming again.
oh, yes we keep hearing the song ... we do.
sharpen that tune and get ready.
there is more to do here for readers.
can't limp along with half a voice.
i'm expecting more out of me.
for you now.
today i threw out papers I'd held on to
for more than fifty years.
precious nothings. My things in ruin i've held to enlighten
the dark side of the moon.
time to let my old papers go.
no stamp necessary.
begone. first draft items
let old words dash along.
this is a love poem.
old paper love
get used to it. it is the season.
pay less attention to what's difficult.
i believe in you.
walking in he rain.
that's one you don't often hear.
substitute thinking plugs the flow.
float along, that's the song.
water's nice.
enjoy the melody.
can you tell
we're running summer out
a day at a time.
sure am happy
for what we're holding.
fire up some star bursts, dark nights,
lightening bugs to keep it spooky.
melodies in my mind are buried so well
i hardly have to pull'em out.
have never seen it rain so hard. a gambler played the weather card.
in five minutes must have rained a pound;
then it stopped. there came no sound.
