Thursday, July 20, 2017

Oahu

A plume of white water
Waved from the azure ocean
Against the indigo sky

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Oahu photo

Tall slender palms
Silhouetted against an amethyst sky
Looking like giant whirligigs 

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

PA repair

Through the Fog

A stirring in her heart and mind, a cry
A nudge, a poke, a groping through the fog
A search, a hope for a repair, a sigh
The flow of thoughts come jammed like stream with log

A quiver and a try to find her way
A wrinkle grows impossible to fix
The crushing weight of time’s demanding sway
Patchwork of light and darkness in a mix

She goes full steam ahead and gathers strength
So like a blasting rocket, she won’t stop
The charm compels her swiftly go the length
She plugs along and pushes for the top

Her hands grasp other hands in simple peace
At last she breathes and laughs in sweet release 

Monday, July 17, 2017

Poetic Asides Betrayal



Cell Phone Betrayal

I hadn’t seen her for a year.
We settled in to a Scrabble game,
as our custom. Then her cell phone rang.
She answered. A couple more turns.
The cell phone rang and she answered.
Mid game and guess what.
Several more times the cell phone rang
and she answered. We finished the game.
and then the next. Talked little.
As I listened to one-sided conversations,
I felt betrayed.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

PA bug

What Bug Is This?

What bug is this, it’s such a pest
Up my arm is creeping
On tiny feet, looks for a treat
I swat it and it’s leaping

This, this, a nasty flea
From my dog, a gift to me
Haste, haste and bring the spray
Spay rugs, the couch, and pillows

Saturday, July 15, 2017

PA Land of...

Land of Host Home for Developmentally Disabled Adults

It’s a strange land
where common rules
don’t necessarily apply.

It’s a land
most don’t visit,
let alone live there.

It’s a land where people
think you’re a saint
or insane.

Some days you think,
Why me?
The other, why me!

With inspections
you feel like
you live in a fishbowl.

But other times,
you feel forgotten
and alone.

Sometimes you wish
you could be
forgotten and alone.

Sometime you experience
great joy, sometimes
you would like to see it end.

Sometime it’s easy.
Sometime in the wee hours
it’s impossible.

It’s always relentless.

Friday, July 14, 2017

PA historical persona

Great-grandfather Matthew

Lovely Mary said I do
to the preacher, before God,
committing her love to me
for better or worse
till death do us part.
I know she means it.

We’ve been driving
up the Pennsylvania mountainside
in my creaky wagon
pulled by my trusty horse.
My little cabin’s in sight.

What will she think
when she realizes,
for better or for worse,
I already have nine children?

When they meet,
I'll say, 
"There's your kids."


Lovely Mary, what will you do
when nine pair of eyes


are looking at you?