July 5, 2020
A hot humid morning haze filling the valley like gunsmoke gunpowder’s smoke of the fireworks I woke mid night, restless the quiet heavy cessation of hostiliti...
Tag: poetry
That loud susurrant rumble overhead
Minutes it took, passingDoppler’s effect fading, distantResolved at lastto the fuzzy purr of my cat
There
The howl of a dogRumble of a distant trainMournful hornBlue jay and crow Some morningsIt is not that the words flow,But that they are right enough.
Happenstance
I glanced up from my worklooked out the windowtherejust under Flight DL5471 Montreal to Laguardiahung a Monarchriding the updraftthen gliding on, above the tree...
Shards
If you mustsit inside on a bright and lovely day,focused--for definitions that mean unfocused--on the screen of a computer,not the world around,then the shards ...
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An Attempt at Humor
The Morning After
Super Bowl LIII
A Procrastinator’s Love Song
Lots of things to do, there are lots of things to do.Lots of things to do, there are lots of things to do.If I got up this morn, then I could do them too.Lots o...
Crazy Thoughts
I have this crazy thought.It’s a poem.Maybe.Or a novel.Perhaps.Of things I want to do— to you —Or just a picture of a day.No, it wouldn’...
This Morning
This morningThe geese called me, wake!to look at the palest pinksand blues of grey dawn This morningwispy steam risingmy teacup counsels, patiencenow is the wai...
Any Morning
Just lying on the couch and being happy. Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head. Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has so much to do in th...
To Do List
Home Economics is not "Consumer Sciences"
Now
The iPhone crouches at the corner of my chair, well within reach. The iMac sits on the altar in the living room, but I can worship from afar by picking up the i...
Woke Up This Morning
Starting the morning with a poem is, oddly, a practice that hadn’t occurred to me until listening to Krista Tippett’s conversation with Naomi Shihab...
I Rise Before the Dawn
The wind shaking rain from the leaves. The heavy breathing of sÅngshÄ« quÇŽn.The clomp of his owner’s boots. The broken muffler of the newspaper deliver...
A Rainy Day
Rain falling from the sky Slowly sliding off the roof Dripping down the window panes Glittering on the spider webs Gently slipping down the leaves Making puddle...