Monthly Archives: April 2021

994 ANOTHER CHARACTERISTIC OF GETTING OLD 04-29-21

A pleasant realizing arising about aging: I can be more and more entertained by less and less! A breakfast bowl filled with Cheerios and fruit: Two bananas, sliced / Six strawberries, halved / Five black berries / Five spoon full … Continue reading

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993 ZOUNDS!!!” 04-27-21

A suddenly grown noisy world. The wind a steady humming. The chimes a constant song. That construction crew, two streets down: Power saws, nail guns, 2X4’s banging together, Latin music from an ancient Boom-Box. A single engine Cessna over head, … Continue reading

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992 A WALK IN THE WOODS 04-27-21

(offensive word used here by one of the characters. sorry.) It was just a spring walk in the dogwood and cherry in a wood alongside a dirt road off another. I came upon a ramshackle shack. An old man sat … Continue reading

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991 Celebratory Poem For A Long Marriage 04-25-21

Me and my comrade in a fox hole. Not exactly hearts and flowers. Not first date jitters. Not “Congratulations !!” on your new baby…. on the new home…. But appropriate for our years. The unwinable last battle lingering on the … Continue reading

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990 da-da-da-DAAA (poem thanks to bethoven’s 9th)

I-need-a-poem. I-need-a-poem. I need a poem right now. Where-is-my-muse? Where-is-my-muse? I couldreally use my muse! Ah!-Here-she-comes! She’s-very-near. Her breathe is in my ear! Yes!-Yes!-Yes!-Yes! She-turns-me-on! And now my poem is done! It’s-5-A-M! Here-comes-the-sun! I’m going back to bed. In-spir-a-tion is-lots-of-fun … Continue reading

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989 THE RIGHT WORDS, ONLY 04-24-21

The poet lives or dies by words. But not just any words, not the most convenient words plucked from the air, haphazardly. For since a poem is a picture painted with words, they must be crystalline, making clear for the … Continue reading

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988 THE SQUIRRELS OF ASSISI 04-24-21

I wonder what Saint Francis did about Assisi squirrels? Did he yell from the monastery porch to scare them off? Did he charge them, gray robes flying behind him, yelling Italian profanities, gesticulating as he came on like some Latin … Continue reading

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987 WHAT IT TAKES TO TRIM THE TOE-NAILS 04-22-2021

The old guy knows how hard it is for him to stretch to trim the craggily nails of his toes. They’re seeming to be so much further away than they ever where just the other day. So, he makes a … Continue reading

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986 EXTERNAL CLUES 04-21-2021

A worn T-shirt, untucked. A bed in the morning, unmade. Sure signs of disheveled minds surrendering to the wearying-wearing-weight of a worrying year whether 10, 41 or 78. It takes work to tuck a shirt. It takes commitment to make … Continue reading

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985 RETIRED 04-21-2021

I’ve grown to love these lazy days of luxuriating under the sheets, of watching, through lace curtain windows, as the sun brightens our world and EZ-Breeze porch, of breakfasts at lunch time, of leisurely drives to our spot on the … Continue reading

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