woke up on a saturday and couldn't say
the word preferably. it came out in pieces.
stumped me completely.
otherwise, I'm reading an excellent
book called The American West by Dee Brown.
been reading the same story
In five or six books for two years.
Started with Tecumseh WwhT beyond Lewis
and Clark into the old west
eventually into the twentieth Century.
in a good way. what'd i have?
all the necessary lines.
looked around on dry ground.
then i found every pound.
the name, the month.
couldn't find those. uh
checked several times.
the wrong year. It was there finally.
when i found the right year.
my name is Rosa.
i'm cleaning, doing poetry repair.
for me and you, reader. i swear.
who is the leader? in the air?
we all care. back up. back up.
everywhere. now take it easy.
says it all, now what do you say.
tell me how you feel.
it may warm soon. by afternoon?
no way. not today. but spring is real.
i know we need more flowers.
from what is seen, lawns are green.
spring is early. on the way
in a matter of hours.
on the top right of the main page tap "home" and you will have twenty posts per page.
also on the home page is the "archive" revealing posts back to 2007.
as the heat of the Carolina sun poured down
brothers Wilbur and Orville worked
to overcome the skeptical naysayers.
first building then improving while
experimenting with their flying machine
amid the blowing hot sands at Kitty hawk.
such unbelievable excitement and courage
while maintaining calm composure and
persistence on the way to their goal.
it was one hundred years ago the Wright
brothers from Dayton, Ohio calmly unveiled
a gift to the world: the flying machine.
what a time this 20th Century.
no sooner did the first horseless carriages
begin shaking, throwing dust and rattling up and down the
streets when flyers appeared in the sky overhead.
&&&
Pulitzer winning author David McCullough
brings to life the story of the great adventure -
how man began to soar like the birds: The Wright Brothers
it is a pleasure to be reading a book
and when suddenly the date is mentioned.
i find it is this week or the other day.
makes me feel positioned in the right zone.
not far from home.
neither the suthor nor i are alone.
we just moved closer together.
this works in any weather.
after a month of waiting
today i got two injections against covid.
special shots for people with no imunity.
now i wait, just wait, two more weeks
for imunity from the medicine to kick in.
how now brown cow
needed rhyme to show i'm serious
not delirious in proof this is a poem.
poof. up in smoke. and like shots -
double poof.
Scratch this. It's too early to write right.
to go major factual i
checked the calender
it's 23 March in this year 2022.
then noticed the farm fields.
soggy all around; sure enough.
dark clouds this afternoon.
nothing significant.
appreciate what we have.
i got my hat, brought my coat
taking a walk is what i'm about.
Oh, i'll bring my book in case there's time.
leave yours on the hook, next to mine.
so sit a while, stay in line.
think and smile.
may some sunshine start the day.
during a lacuna i'll make plans
on warm beach sands
to lunch a bunch. Oh man, ole man.
so close to rhyme.
hills to climb
curiouser and curiouser
feels like it ought to be
sun, still, wonderful.
nothing to fabricate about
this repetition of goodness.
into a new day unobstructed.
Loosen your scarf
unbutton your collar and relax.
there's nothing like
sailing over a light traffic, gentle road
with the object of doing well ahead
to get your chores done.
and tell me: is the day fun yet?
today Thursday the 17 of march 2022
i checked the time ...
the sun set at nearly seven thirty pm,
hanging while slowly dropping,
Like looking into the face of a
powerful, red glowing cannonball.
that approximation hangs on the clocks.
how well they're set today.
i take responsibility.
such a lovely day and quiet.
only thing to hear is ringing in my ear
when i think about it. but i'm too busy
thinking to pay that kind of attention.
blanket tight wrapped my shoulder.
sure dark and cozy as i slept last night.
dreamed through silence.
a calm reliance in my heart.
to generate a new beginning,
starting over heading for a new spring.
snow will melt. no more dark sky.
this winter's over.
let school yard voices sing.
first day and there is
one interested in our home for sale.
we're going to the clockman
i called and
clockman is closed until Monday.
no driving that way today.
forget the meatless so-called
impossible burger
and fries, and adding to our ketchup stash.
grey, they say will snow anyway.
i had to keep reading that to see what i was talking a bout.
forget it.
just another day.
how much going on can happen?
not a ketchup's worth.
around the globe it is here
yet only beginning.
it will grow
and we'll all be better
two horses
in the small corral
stand in extreme opposite corners
though horses like company
these two must have been
together long enough
each knows what
the other has to say
twenty something degrees
and cold means comfortable.
while waiting in the car
sitting in the sun.
war is disturbing. a monster let out among us. we can hardly get away. a million people have tried. families, small children. mothers and fathers on the run.
where are the old buildings? 8 and pieces. favorite chairs and dishes. treasures passed down in families. could not carry it away.
in transit. who will plant the family garden this year? remember the neighbors so steady in the good times. love and kindness will remind us.
the fur on the deer
is durable like double pane glass,
giving protection to thirty below.
for a deer to chew a shrub is like finding
a breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs
over easy. deer have good imaginations.
sunny and warmer is the current
condition.
this could signify that extreme cold
and heavy snow has finished for this year.
i imagine most of us are in agreement
that the time is right.
we are so sorry
for you, and now for the world.
God protect the people of Ukraine
who must fight to stay home.
where it has appeared.
even though days slip away mirrored
and reflecting each other
rember this by what day it is.
and I'll say i'm labeling
before it slips beyond.
yeah, Thursday ...
a splash in the pond.
reflection
my birthday month usually runs by like zip.
this is a big deal to live in my month a bit.
i tell you so far it's been a nice trip.
let it rip. don't slip.
for some reason i haven't
been to the Big Apple for a zillion years
or twenty-five, before the towers fell
been a while ago.
i'll think of NYC and smile.
and don't remember well.
seems new things are coming in my head
faster than i can absorb.
bouncing around, ideas are.
warm weather, blue sky.
TIMES SQUARE for enjoying.
not toying. wrap that around ya, Sunshine.
