Sister Ann is having knee replacement surgery Tuesday morning.
Therefore, there will probably be a hiatus for me from here for a
couple/few days while I tend to her needs the best I can.
The hospital is keeping her for one day before sending her home.
Depending how quickly this knee heals, they are planning on doing
the other knee in 2-3 months.
Knock-Knock
What?-What?
Are you there?
Who cares?
I do.
Since when?
Since now.
Too late.
tiny birds flit from
here to there looking for who
knows what...ooooh look. bugs!
Can you tell me...
well, of course you 'can'...
I guess the question is
more rightly...'would' you or...
'will' you tell me
if I asked
or would you look away
and blush...
Would you say 'No'
or 'Maybe' or tell me
to come back later
so you can think about it
hoping I'd forget.
You know I won't-
won't forget that is.
Whaddaya say?
I'm waiting...
I want
to go
where I've never been.
New beautiful places
with no people
no agenda
no reason to be
just breathe
and see.
what poems do
is tell about
you.
the you
who writes.
the you
who reads.
like it or not
we see
who you are.
like it
or not.
summer swelter is
heavy on the leaves, almost
as if raindrops fell.
Your name is Love.
my Love,
don't die before me.
that's selfish, I know.
but I don't want to miss you
before I go.
********************
I can feel you breathe
from far away.
It's all I need
to know you are
with me.
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
found at https://tail-feathers.tumblr.com/
Some
anonymous
somebodies
may have
already said
"it" better than
the rest of us
who've been
trying to be
the next
brilliant
someone to
amaze us all.
https://thehammockpapers.blogspot.com/2026/06/keep.html
Via the generous mind of Rob F.
pick and choose
easy, hard
here, gone
today, yesterday
loud, quiet
solo, with
mine, yours
give, take
growing, old
build, destroy
disrupt, contribute
satisfied, not
begin, end
tomorrow
time goes faster
every year.
Is it trying
to catch up
to make up
for lost time?
Wouldn't it be
better
to have time stand still?
Take a breather.
Look around.
Gather itself
to ponder the moment.
Who's in charge
of the current process?
Let's set up a committee.
Can we take a vote?
Vincent van Gogh (Dutch 1853-1890), Cypresses, 1889, Oil on canvas - “It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.” Vincent Van Gogh
write
the way you speak.
makes sense
don't you think?
writers
want readers
to understand
not have to guess
what's
being said.
speak clearly
the first time
then there's
no need to repeat. explain. define. stammer.
or wonder.
Keep it simple, sweetheart.
there are times
when remembering
the few fine yesterdays
makes me smile
because they were.
New American Digest is kind enough to post some of my "stuff"
sometimes. Today DT picked one of my own favorites. Go see.
sit still now
so I can
memorize
your beautiful
handsome face.
then I can
see you
even when
you're not here.
for a moment,
It'll feel like
you never left.
Very soon June.
.
.
.
if >>>me.
it ^ maybe.
were ^
simple ^
everyone ^
would ^
do ^
it ^
better ^
than ^
you ^
or ^
maybe>>>>> ^
you don't
have to be loved
to know how love feels.
however, I imagine
that would
make it even nicer
sweeter softer
warmer better
real.
however, I wouldn't
know.
Why does life have to be so sucky sometimes?
It isn't.
It's your imagination.
Stop whining.
Oh.
Okay.
I feel better.
Thanks.
(Stupider and stupider.)
Well, actually, I grabbed it from the Hammock Papers.
One of my favorite blogs...linked on the sidebar to the right.
Rob Firchau is a very cool 5th grade teacher. You should
visit his blog several times a day like I do.
That's after I visit New American Digest, also on the right.
DT runs the place and always keeps it interesting with a
variety of topics. Sometimes, he even posts things I write.
Go visit. Be amused. Be impressed.
Put your hands on her cheeks - gently.
Do not pull her toward you.
Lean to her - slowly.
Hover your mouth just a hair's breadth
over her lips. Look in her eyes.
Kiss her lips - lightly, briefly.
Pull back - gently.
Open your mouth - slightly.
Lick her lips one side to the other - lightly.
Slowly move one hand down to her waist.
Bring her body closer until you meld together.
Tease her lips with your thumb then
move that hand to the back of her head.
Now it's time for a full kiss that lingers.
A bit of tongue to tongue. Linger more.
When you get it right - come see me.
I'm ready for some humor
in my life.
Let's be funny
once in a while.
You can laugh at me.
That'll make me smile.
I often think
I'm clever.
'tisn't always the case.
Did you ever
look in the
mirror
and wish
you hadn't?
that's a regret
that won't
go away.
Deliver us
from ugly
(hangovers).
Do you pray?
Why? and to what?
Do you get answers?
Did someone teach you
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...?
it's been a long time
since my last confession.
Do you feel better after Amen?
I thought about joining a convent
until I read "The Nun's Story".
That's when I started asking questions.
I was 10.
Do you care
what I do,
how I do it,
why I do?
Or, is it only
what you see,
what your brain
reads and
translates. interprets.
Read it again
tomorrow
or next week.
Is it different,
did it change
from the first time?
Why?
Why not?
What happened
to you
in between?
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