Ten Years After

 Ten years after

Once two walked along the beach of Cumberland 

amid the regal ruins of long burnt Dungeness 

The gulls and terns led the way that day

Their pace slow to not let us lose our way.

Death of a Monarch

 Wouldn’t you think

If you were soon to die

To your known existence 

You’d adorn colors of gloom

To enter the emerald tomb

But no, they meet it in creative

Fashion that brings joy

They must have been told

This is not your end as

in even greater glory they emerge

To lift in hues of vibrant orange-

yellows like little stained glass

windows offset in black

to rise far into the azure autumn 

from beauty to beautiful

From Joseph like coats to robes

Of Monarchs

The Villages

 "Baker Act"-ing Mama

by Aurelia D Wallace.

Because I can't remember

What I had for lunch, they

Think I'm getting senile.

I hear them whispering

About the Shady Elms.

Good God, I'm not ready

For Shady Elms! I can

Still read Greek, I know

The whole score of Lucia,

(Though they don't take me

To music anymore since

I've had to wear these paper

Pants). I can make Martha Washington's

Own recipe for Sally Lunn,

Without once peeking. I can

Recite the names and birthdays of all

Nine grandchildren, and I know

Franklin Roosevelt is dead.

                                 All they ask me, though,

Is my street number backwards

And what I had for lunch, what

Day it is. Of course I know

Where I live, silly: inside these bones,

This bag my skin. No one needs

To know is it they don't know

All days are Sunday--

As long as I can breathe

This spendid, cautious air?

First day

Ginny at the Villages

Vertigo

 The vertigo is not too bad now that i have been doing the Eiply(sic)maneuver. But my walking seems to be worse with me dragging the right leg and generally walking like a spaztic. Frustrating. The right hand was getting better but seems to have reverted. I don’t do enough exercises at home. I depended on Pt two days a week. I resume next week PT so maybe that will help. I think that along with all the other things has me frustrated. 

Always taken

 By not knowing much i always wind up being taken. The generator we ordered will not really do the job, needed a 50amp. The cord i ordered won’t work, Mr Davis making me one. The fill dirt i ordered is sand, i needed top soil. The dishwasher plug polarity was reversed and burned up the dishwasher. I get so put out with myself for being a dumbass.  Its expensive. 

That what friends are for

 Today long time friend Rick Bringger called to take me to lunch. We went to the buffet that used to be the Farmhouse out by the airport, The Skillet. It wasn’t crowded so i hope they are doing well. Afterwards Rick helped me put the heavy door back on the chicken coop. 

Journey beyond Toar

 Journey beyond Toar

john clare 

Gently, gently the waters part,

Silently, silently we slip downstream.

In teardrop cradle the sailors embark,

Hush crickets! The little Pindar dreams.

Miles, miles the stream carries us along,

Tranquil, tranquil the mirrored ripple.

Above, the Cicada's con calma hum,

Sleep, sleep little ruddy sailor still.

Who? Who? Passes in tiny sloop?

Tis he! Tis he! The poet of streams!

Pass through my poetic little flute,

Old Owl sees why the waters sing.

Down, down goes the little canoe 

Deep, deep through icy shoaled sea.

Awake tiny sailor, see us through!

Cause terrible Erebus to flee!

Still, still sleeps in tempest land,

Row, row we against Aeolus strong.

Into the gale rises a little hand,

Calm, calm again the beautiful song.

Song of degrees

 Song of degrees

Johnclarestokes 

I sing a song of degrees

From adjunct poverty

To stately royalty

I sing a song of degrees

From total blindness

To vision piercing

I sing a song of degrees

The heart of burning desire

The heart frozen entire

I sing a song of degrees

The childlike wonderment

The elderly wanting it

I sing a song of degrees

To roost

Reprise

Alligator Lake

Beautiful

 I get that response more than any. Some days i wish they would go beyond the easy reply. Beautiful in what way? It tells me nothing. And lots of times beautiful is not a good response. They did not read. I should care less. It will always be. Everything is beautiful, in its own way. 

Sue Forest Sue

 This post on New Beginnings sure brought back memories of Forest Combs, i think who founded this church, at least went there, had a radio show locally and sang. I remember him though when working at JC Penney one time he came in the catalog entrance wearing high heeled cowboy boots on a rainy day. He slipped and fell. He named me in the lawsuit cause i was on duty that day. He said in the lawsuit that the fall prevented him from having conjugal visits with his wife! I think soon after the incident i was let go from JcP and i went down to Rob Bowdins law office to have my name removed. Ever since i never cared for the old, tall frail Forest Combs looking for a buck. 

Not today

 Not today the same tired no response

The vertigo has me in a rightward spin

You have such ability to inspire for once

Yet you withhold and do it over again

But a mare

 But a mare

john clare 

O ye who calls the wind to rhyme

The waters to flow in meter'd time

Suns to shine in light sublime

Moons to rise on hearts that pine

In dream the words you find

Rhymes to cause a world to mind

You awake to command the stars

Shoot o'er the lovers from far

Come nigh moon to the mourn

Sun give warmth to forlorn

O the heaven alas does not forbear 

The dream was but a mare.