Thursday, May 05, 2022
the day before the rain quit
the last day we saw rain then 2022 dried a while, a surprise we needed, the land did too, while for this afternoon is projected two inches of rain. that is a& monsterful. how can i mark this future projection down?
Wednesday, May 04, 2022
soft night train
the train pattered like grandma’s slippers
sliding along the linoleum kitchen floor,
hardly going anywhere
and the whistle was not a blaster,
instead it gave soft puffs
like puh, with a long breath between the next muh.
muh ma, as if needed to be picked up and cuddled
loud noise
27 august 1883
the loudest noise our
planet has ever heard.
circled the earth four times.
if you were nearer than
ten miles from Krakatoa exploding
you'd be deaf.
floating pumice fields 10 feet deep
clogged ports,
there was so much ash thrown in the sky that in Nicaragua, on the other side of the Pacific, the sun was blue.
poem for us
are soft words
how we feel
blanket warm
in light of dawn
rest calmly night
a small boat in light ripples
my Monterey, Snort,
built in 1930s when the name
meant a shot of whiskey.
how sweet our time together.
how i patched you
and worked to make you right.
thank you, Morgan for selling her to me.
i ordered a two cylinder, 900 pound diesel engine
from China. it came to the boat yard in Sausalito.
i put it in. a pal set it straight in the boat.
and i hooked the mechanical and electrical.
i can taste the salt water breeze of the Pacific
when i think of it.
oh, we had our tine running in the bay
and on the ocean.
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hurray.
for the fiftieth anniversary of the Oakland bay bridge
i took my 28 foot old wooden sloop Navigator,
my nautical wood working friend Mike and Meri
and along with over a thousand other boats
on a black windless night
packed close like sardines a tin i heard them hitting each other.
managing in the thick of music, lights and celebration
we had a fine rime and got home without a nick.
sloop
a lengthy swift sloop at sail at sea
with half a breeze and half a sun as you man her
nowhere to go and no call to go
just time to set far back
look up to the tall sturdy mast
as nylon sails snap
to the occasional wind's lick
the ocean spits bits of spray
back and forth over the bow
with a gentle lift the shore is visible
then a recline and shore is gone
another lift and the long, low line of land is there again
no need for a shirt with warm air rushing over you
and your hair is twisted and thrown and dampened by spray
a red neck feels good and a tan face
makes it better to have lived this way
strong hands hold the ship to a meandering course
from nowhere
in particular
and back a gain
Tuesday, May 03, 2022
scattered over
can't get away today, going to cover us well is the prediction, stay in to keep dry. plus there is more on the way with thunder they say and we haven't even begun. now is quiet as France. let's someday waltz across the bridge. with umbrellas
Friday, April 29, 2022
with the volume of a bright candle glow
red clock lights
blinked away this morning.
hello okay.
blinking meant the current was interrupted.
good morning anyway.
don't blow a gasket.
i'm surprised the flashing didn't wake me.
how are you with blinking?
good thing coffee settles everything, that's my thinking
glow on.
light stepping
good shoes, the right jacket.
open land to the end of the field.
cross the piece of woods beyond.
dry weeds snap and crackle as i walk
through the short stretch of brush
to the pond. it's morning
and already a pleasant day
can be seen ahead.
the good sun, light breeze. sit and listen for a while to the soundsof the day. a bird or two and large clouds. enough to make a full world.
make a note: a very good time of morning for an easy hike
War is hell
such torture the world suffers.
unnecessary to endure.
not stars nor flowers or love.
come out of that; turn a light on above.
it's coming from the sun
the tale that I can’t tell
just meditate and don’t relate
you know the story well
i’ll tell you what the prophet sees
the things I can’t relate the thoughts you’ll twist into your toys the things you won’t debate
it’s not what you expect you see that’s how we play the game we hesitate instead of flow as the world remains in change
the greatest words I’ve written the wildest things I’ve said were sung by children half-asleep and wetting in their bed
there is secret news I’m going to say it’s sleeping in your heart but take your time, it’s here with mine don’t leave before you start
it’s coming from the sun there’s nothing more than that the fire burns, heats the earth and here the poet sat while knock, knock, knocking the postman at the door brings coupons free, some for me and still I look for more
but there’s something that I’ve written the wildest thing I’ve read when world began in secret news the words some others said it’s not as you expect, you see that’s how the world does go we go about trying to learn instead of forgetting what we know
while knock, knock, knocking the old man at the gate chases his hat, loves his cat and that’s more than he can take
beyond the last tomorrow when the old man loses sight thoughts will rush like choir boys passing each by candle light
it’s coming from the sun
i can see it coming down
what it is our words won’t say but there’s sure enough around
it’s fitting that I say no more of the tale that I can’t tell
after all, I’m only you, a poet too, as well
Monday, April 25, 2022
sail on lightly
the bay in light winds, always ready
on clear, fine temperature, sunny days.
i love how your waters rolled under me.
Cousin Don. Sharlett. Crab louie.
Mike, dock workers, familiar faces.
at home on the cove.
beyond is my bay.
with the great, steel, red-orange bridge.
call her the Golden Gate.
how did you slip from my grasp?
i know you're waiting for me
as i for you.
i had so much life to live.
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Pot lucky
time for good weather
here it is now and what do you know?
our deer friends nibbled buds off everything they were able.
little trees, good bushes, that's their table. way to go.
they snip sharp as scissors.
deer do. snipping whatever.
good luck now. today a Pot luck after service.
can't wait to see what everyone brings.
nonsense, of course i can and will...for all sorts of things.
i love good taste like deer do.
warm and I walked our grounds
not muddy but soft.
would be great if it drys.
and jo's lemon pie was a winner;
one of several at our pot luck dinner.
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
tuesday some
back to dimitri's. the dog opens at eleven.
we found
no parking in front.
the day very cold, wore my heavy coat, walked
to the door. the food didn't
get her vote. a matter of poor grease.
Potatoes and eggs were fine.
i thought ... and thought ... it was okay.
we took Catherine there another
time ago. we're Oberniks now.
Sunday, April 17, 2022
sun and colding
seems should be dickens better
thick and fine; keep in line.
it doesn't look like jacket weather.
the calender creates another tale.
on the ground is a surprise sight
the falling snow is sticking white
some cities are better for what they did
they built their baseball stadium with a lid
big, fat, way out of season snow flakes
have been falling since eight this morning.
no pause. four p.m. it's nearly stopped
Six inches of snow is now melting. rapidly.
busy weather day happening.
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Mystery
no deer or chipmunks; no sign of them.
that's why it's so quiet.
cri-min-nently (one word for the occasion.)
Meaning caspita or holysmoke.
looking, perusing quietly.
thought I'd say a day like this
the robin doesn't seem to know
he's a robin.
we're all out'a sorts.
Thursday, April 14, 2022
pinch me
the decorative old grey piano shop on the left bank
has a family business next door which
steamed clean the load of wash i carried there.
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
would be
in a display of it's charms
summer then will burst forth
to hold us in its arms.
lines of grey
beyond the far horizon
heavy rain clouds pile.
morning when i'm rising
darkness stacks up half a mile.
Sunday, April 10, 2022
Friday, April 08, 2022
Prefer
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.
Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Saturday, April 02, 2022
Had it
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.
lovely day
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.
Friday, April 01, 2022
april 1 2022
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also on the home page is the "archive" revealing posts back to 2007.
Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Carolina sun
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
the date
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.