Yesterday we must have sat two hours waiting for the hummingbird to feed on the trumpet vine. One of the few times she came, I was focused on a chicken in the yard. It’s akin to waiting for an airplane to bisect the moon.
Difficult to stay focused.
Thing shall we share
Today with the misses?
Things the masses
Have no knowledge of:
We would tell of sweet
Things, how we strained
The juice to boil it down
To its essence,
Bottling it up still hot,
But I think not.
It would only remind
Of some old time
Who gives a damn
That once the cane
We did grind?
Johnclarestokes
The twentieth was your birthday
Willie Mae
You would of been a hundred and ten
Willie Mae
But you only got sixty-six
Sadly
You held the little scalded boy
Willie Mae
Pulled that cord on the stove
Willie Mae
Full of boiling water he did
Sadly
Wrapped him in that gauze
Willie Mae
Made them scars never go away
Willie Mae
Made that little boy shy
Willie Mae
Doctor said he wouldn’t use that arm
Sadly
What did Doctor Head know?
Willie Mae
The little boy became an artist
They say
Used the scalded left
Willie Mae
Doc Head drowned in Lake Ellen
Sadly
Inner tube fishing
They say
The little boys now sixty seven
Willie Mae
One more year than you lived
Willie Mae
It seems just like yesterday
Willie Mae
He thanks you for keeping him
Gladly
He thinks of Sopchoppy days
Willie Mae
And those scars just fade away
Willie Mae Porter
20Aug1915
17Sept1981
All flights are off
Tomorrow perchance
Rocketman lifts off
john clare
Before we have the time to learn
the lines to that little lullaby
Before the high chair and toys are
stored in the shed
Before even the waking to the crying
is forgotten from the spindled bed,
"Rock a bye baby in the tree top"
Too soon we are standing in
December winds
Lamenting the bough has broken
and over our precious ones we bend
then look sadly up that tree hushed
not a word spoken.
It was such a strong tree!
And wasn't it but a gentle breeze?
How could baby and cradle fall?
Who left baby alone after all?
Oh! Trust not the strength in trees
or even the gentle south breeze
They will deceive and send baby falling!
Listen long for all about in the wind
Seen in the squint of eyes
The broken lines of faces
Weary from sleepless nights.
Watch for the cradles ever swinging
dangerously out
Reach the hand to stave the
winds pulling
Reach for the little ones in cradles of
trees falling
Out upon the rotting limbs
Swaying precious ones
in the winds.
john clare
Sleeping in i tuned in
to hear this droning
stammering politician
speaking in complete
cliche sentences
saying the reason
he was running was
because he retired
and he was bored
so he wanted to restore
trust in gummernent
all the way up to the
President
And somehow I
just could not bring
myself to trust his
cliches and so in
my Commission District
Four Ward where there
is no trust
my neighbor
whom I thought I did trust
has his sign displayed
so I suppose
he hopes come election
day
he will vote to have trust
restored all the way
up to the Presidency.
I roll over and hit the
snooze button
and tell myself I really
should of been a
well paid bored retired
cliched politician.
God sees our unseen
Confess your sin continually
Have faith in His faithfulness
Selah
Prayer softens hardness
God is near as our knees
When floods distress
God calls off the seas
Selah
God is hidden in view
Sing loudly His praises
The humble are few
To them He raises.
Selah
Pastor Aaron said to write at least ten thoughts on Psalm
32:1-8 tonight. I wrote a poem.
It was of no avail
They could not tell
Swallowtail
from
Swallowtail
Palamedes Swallowtail on milkweed
Try try try
To not offer
Cliche
Upon every
Comment
Try try try
And state not
The obvious
Upon every
Moment
Try try try
It will give
You a rose garden
I promise
He loathes tulips
Not sure why
Something about a guy called Calvin
Growing them
I’d offer him a lily
But probably not
For their call to bloom
Is irresistible too
