Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Grapes


 John my neighbor came over and he put supports on the grapes making the poles not pull inward and tightened the lines. 


I took that


 Yes, Johnny is notorious for only posting my photos but never the words. I think since he is a writer he is loathe to recognize another? This time he didn’t even attribute my name to the photo. 


October Bluefild Sky







October Bluefield Sky

John Clare Stokes 


When a little boy in a Florida fall

Mamma would gather my sister 

and we’d go down to the Y in

the Sopchoppy 319 road, 

my little blue suitcase

packed for a stay or two

to board the Greyhound bound

for Bluefield, West Virginia 

to see Monnie and granddaddy 

Richard 

the retired Crumpler to Northfork

bus driver 

to see chain smoking and gin 

Sipping Andy Ford salesman

in the new Mustang 

Uncle Kermit

Who drove mamma

In fifty five in the January snow

To deliver me

and to see his brother Don

up on that steep Castlewood

drive with the cool Army gear

which cousin David and I

would play

While Paula and Donna Lynn

thought of ways

to escape Aunt Mabel’s fussing

over

To run up the cow fields with the

Daniels dairy boys 

The dank sweet smell of the

Cold milk stored in bottles

For the route

Or play Fred Biletnikoff football

with the red headed Thompson 

twins 

Florida State seldom winning 

To climb the black cherry tree

In front of Grandma Carrie Ethel’s

And eat more than I picked for

Monny’s pie.

Then high on East River Mountain

behind the brick house with the

dark basement with the real little girl

Stove my mamma had as a girl

The Red Ridge Runner narrow gauge

 train would whistle

and we’d beg someone to take us up

For a ride in the black Buick

Uncle Kermit couldn’t

He was smoothing out next door

Uncle Don couldn’t

He was down at the telephone plant

Monnie wouldn’t

She had a cherry pie in the oven

But mamma would

And up we’d go

Down Cumberland road

To turn and go up just out of

Bluefield 

to see everyone way down there

as Aunts and Uncles and Cousins

And friends below.

Monday, October 14, 2024

Carson

 Paula bought Carson by today to shoot the Glock 19 BB pistol i got. He's a good shooter. Went through 2 co2’s.






John Sauls

 My neighbor John came by late and bought me two measuring beakers he bought. He said he would come tomorrow to get the armaryllis and help straighten the grape vine poles. 


Perseverance





I took the tarp off the round mower house to put the outer tarp on the inside due to tears. At first I was lamenting my weak and vertigo state, but I stuck with it and got the tarps up and zip tied. It is a satisfying feeling not to have to depend on someone to help.

When she comes



 She’ll be coming

Johnclarestokes 


Though now she’s riding with her six white horses

To many of us, she will always be coming round that mountain 

In so many ways

Inescapable 

Knocking gently so as not to intrude

Leaving the gift quietly at the hearts steps

Moving on to another down the mountain

When she comes

When she comes

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Oasis


 Oasis

John Clare


We dream

Of our oasis

In foreign places

All Our own

Sheltered by palms

A spring bubbling

To water our oasis

Yes

I have longed

For such a home.

Free Fall

 



Off her rocker


 Off her rocker 


We knew she was off 

Her rocker

Since the lithium and

The Sanatorium 

Shocked her

Gave her a flat affect

Never got angry

Steady as she goes

Rocking slowly

Life now but a dream

Can't even recall

The nights she

Screamed.

By Grace alone


 By grace alone...

John Clare


When the big book of life is opened

to reveal the ones to life are written

Did at the dawn of creation His pen

scribble the good ones name within?

He who loved the little one deeply

keeping him from spider webs sticky

taking the web in face freely

just so the blue heavens he could see.

But alas, good deeds as such don't apply

and yes, even spiders achieve saint hood

Certainly in some book its noted a dragonfly

was rescued by Grace alone this one.

Saturday, October 12, 2024

First date



 Phlox potion #6


In June of eighty six

When phlox by the roadsides grew

And horses would walk right up to you

One fell head long for some tricks


The magic wasn’t obvious to him

Take a bouquet of flowers wild

Stir in some blue without a cloud

Capture it carefully on Kodachrome film


Don’t say a word just let him simmer

Wait until in Romeo the songs begin

It’s a mystery, but that’s the spell for men

Sure to capture him easily by September.


First day with Melanie

Wacahoota Road