Get you bicycle riders over ...
on the right side.
0.01 percent of all life on earth is
Human.
Tie your shoes.
i'm having lunch but
i'm watching you.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Get you bicycle riders over ...
on the right side.
0.01 percent of all life on earth is
Human.
Tie your shoes.
i'm having lunch but
i'm watching you.
in the yard this morning
a small deer. young, but adult.
blended into the bushes and trees so well
there was nothing to see until it moved.
amazing how the animal becomes part of the background.
don't know how long it has been, but there it is,
another one in the yard. appears then disappears.
not much else happening this morning. all quiet,
melted into the background with no noise and little movement.
cloudy overhead. few cars and people walking;
grey but okay; that's our day.
soon to be walking out of October.
hugs as you go.
had to run to Norwhere
seemed easy and appropriate
the house heater is broken ... a twenty year
token.
need to replace it before winter is severely cold.
i like that place once called home.
empty now and stiff as a bone.
i'm feeling that way myself.
i could use a glass of prize liquor,
pour a dash from the bottle on the top shelf.
Forecast everyday for weeks ahead.
Now it's said. You read it.
So will it come down hard and wet?
Don't forget. You read it.
I'd say before you know it'll turn to snow.
she visited for a week;
we went to Pennsylvania.
hours on end meri drove us during a return of summer heat.
we had good talks and ate well.
saw many trees in Penn State.
to Pennsylvania in haste, we rolled along. enjoyed the views. air was good.
seemed like. We rode definitely raffic and
bunches of people were absorbing summer's end. good sense.
sss
I didn't feel the possive apostrophe;
preferred to end quietly.
At midnight I shouted the name Evelyn. It seemed justified. I shouted loud and clearly and woke my wife.
I've done this middle of the night shouting before, calling other words. I have never known someone by the name Evelyn or is a character named or mentioned in any of the books I am reading or have recently read named Evelyn.
My wife had a difficult time falling back to sleep. I never woke up and have a vague memory of shouting. My wife told me what I shouted.
Later this day my daughter heard the story and reminded me that on the menu the sandwich i ordered for lunch was called Eveylon 13 ... 13 dollars was the price.
Will you look at that.
afternoon clouds shield the bright sun
floating west to a beautiful sundown.
I want to photograph this colorful picture.
God please give patience
and can you hurry the hell up.
The idea strikes me, and without a pen or paper. I'll have to work this out. I want to put it down and not lose it.
Meanwhile It took just a turn around and fell again. A lump on the head and a trip to the hospital. by 8:30 the day begins again at home. Somehow I hit my back; i didn't find that until later at home. All is okay by noon.
Seems cool out. My daughter arrives late this afternoon. Also i pickup a leg brace this afternoon. Big doings for me in mid October. The lump on my head i feel is smaller.
isn't this a joy to crawl inside my head.
don'r see why i said.
would prefer perfect words
to sustain poetry feelings.
Can't tell what kept me busy all night. I was dreaming. Now the regular daily doings will hold me. Plus edible mushrooms growing all over. Rod brought another half mushroom that is football size. I liked the last one.
Day is half okay then will be warmer this afternoon. Summer lingers into fall.
They say , and they are who we listen too, It will not be colorful this year. i just said that and I don't know anything. Not much color is what I see, or don't see currently.
And today will be warm, 80 this afternoon. Haven't seen a rabbit for three days. A bird did swoop down yesterday, startled a rabbit as i was warching. The bunny left quickly for the bushes.
now,it seems we'll have a long autumn.
i notice the title of this open is inexplicable. if i knew i what i meant i'd correct what i wrote. I wrote that to reassure you. What I wrote is like a comfort blanket.
There is a crack in my poetry packet. Quiet and beautiful this morning. An absolute careful beginning to this mid November.
When can it be put back together? We'll do what we can.
can you draw the line
the color of fall is decent.
the lake in cloudy shade, rain is recent.
not asking for too much on a quiet Thursday.
on a day in October it's turning colder
with more to come, we'll see.
a cloud of yellow and orange shrooms.
lying down out back
and front and sides.
Rod brought half a puff
Largest I've seen
They'll eat the other half
he says we'll see.
how many bites can we take?
their time has ended.
the nagging monster biters quit biting
around here they left with the heat.
to the South i imagine, with insect full bellies.
a mass retreat from Ohio north.
what a relief.
we're glad their gone, of course.
raindrops on the windows this morning
and a palmsize insect i think is a mantis.
the rest of the report is quiet ... wordless.
imagine not a whisper of a stir.
straw and sticks, crackle in the field.
varied diamond shapes on a solid green.
printed argyle on lawns and open fields.
the design in this month of pumpkins on porches.
farm yards filling with orange and yellow spheres
prior to horse drawn wagons for hay rides.
fine nighttime fields of play.
haven't seen them for
more than a month. today they
appear ... lean, strong, light beige.
crossing the road a few houses over .
their area to roam near here is smaller.
no recent sign of them .
i keep watching.
everything changes it seems.
also; today is three
months before Christmas.
seasons fold under us.
1956 or so i happened to see
the remains of the last horse General
Custer's used in the 7th cavalry.
It was mounted, stuffed and full
of bullet and arrow holes
from the battle at Little Big Horn.
i saw it on display at Ohio'sCedar Point Amusement Park.
from 1876 to 1956 - 80 years later.
it seems all wasn't so long ago.
enjoy the quiet, it fills open space. <
take the day as it comes, everywhere, every place.
you've things to do and time is right.
open your heart, enjoy ... that's your part to play
day and night.
September we are in.
Let's put us back together shall we?
"We must make lying wrong again"
said the Secretary General of the United Nations.
wait in the field
dull days are omnipresent anyway.
rubbing against me something happened to humor
mine. It was dropped on the floor.
kicked once or twice
scratched through days of research.
have you felt well about the Significance
of testing and the competence of complicance?
daily songs in my memory
remind me, which is strange.
i have a good imagination.
when nothing else works remember to smile.
what we have learned
tell me soon
what it is
so impossible to hold
I've seen it.
do you recall?
do make a note.
who is the answer
draw the bow. quickly.
you've got to wathch carefully on the edges
walking there required atention.
and balance yourself carrying coffee.
easy does it. patch in a line
fly away wren.
coffee; this morning over a cup i see
trees, many ... the thick of the woods.
overall quiet again in the glen.
nary a soul about.
September has silently launched fall season.
we'll wait for the color in the trees.
seems we have two months from start to finish.
a while to go, that's good reason.
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.