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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, February 9, 2024

Observation, February 9th, 2024, Friday

a warm February

today is cooler than it has been

 

there is a breeze,

it rattles my windows




Sunday, October 8, 2023

Observation - October 8th, 2023, Sunday

the sun is shing

leaves are falling

there is a chill in the air

it is cold in the apartment,

            though the windows are closed

I have not yet

lit the furnace




Saturday, July 8, 2023

Observation - July 8th, 2023, Saturday

 It is quiet… there is the soft sound of air moving through a fan, and the quiet hum of its motor…turning.

 Above that I hear a choir of monks singing the liturgy of the hours, it is nine o’clock in the morning and the hour is Terce.

 The coffee in my cup is warm, and there is a coal burning in the ashtray, smoke drifting from the burning end of a marijuana cigarette…commercial grade.

 There is woodpecker knocking on a tree, the sound comes through the window with the cool summer morning.




Wednesday, February 8, 2023

Observation - February 8th, 2023, Wednesday

February 8th, 2023, Wednesday

Observation

 

 Ambulance pulling up across the street

 Lights and sirens…beep…beep

 Window shades tinted with blue and red

 A gurney clatters for the dead




Sunday, January 8, 2023

Observation - January 8th, 2023, Sunday

January 8th, 2023, Sunday

Observation

 

 The maple’s north face is covered in snow

 Outside my window, bare branches like

 Twisted fingers in the freezing cold






Saturday, January 7, 2023

Observation - January 7th, 2023, Saturday

Observation

 

Cold, the furnace went out

 

Eighteen degrees outside in the city

          The morning sun is pale in a silver sky

 

My fingers are stiff…not from typing

 

Noise from the space-heater covers everything

          Pushing cold air through hot coils…

 

Electricity

 

The water kettle boils

          A sharp whistle piercing the room

 

The promise of something warm to hold

          Sipping hot coffee in the gloom




Monday, November 7, 2022

November 7th, 2022, Monday

Observation

  

The news talkers are talking

Piqued with foreboding

 

The anticipation of disaster…tomorrow

The reality of today

 

Worry is present suffering

A down payment on tomorrow’s doom

 

The sky is light blue

The street is quiet outside my window

 

The squirrel in the maple

Preparing for winter

The long sleep with spring to come

 

 

#haibun

#observation

#poetry




Sunday, November 6, 2022

November 6th, 2022, Sunday

 
Observation

 

The November sun is bright at 8:00 am

 

The crooked finger of bare trees…clawing

Shadows scratching at the window blinds

 

Daylight savings today, with a hint of winter

The scent of cold things, late-autumn leaves

 

Drying in the stiff-breeze

 

The sound of water boiling in the kettle

Calling me to coffee and the taste of chocolate


 

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Observation - March 6th, 2021, Saturday

The sky is powder blue

 

The sun, unnaturally bright

 

A silver disk of light

 

Melting the few remaining patches of dirty snow

 

There is a buzz in the air

 

And birdsong

 

The feeling of spring, and joy

 

At its early return.




Saturday, February 6, 2021

Observation - February 6th, 2021, Saturday

It is cold outside, but the sun is shining

 

The sky is striped, blue and white

 

I can feel the cold coming, seeping through the windows

 

The sun’s light through wavey glass

 

Snow clings to the limbs of my tree

 

Each flake a tiny prism from which the sun light leaps

 

And there is hope, today in America…there is hope




Saturday, December 5, 2020

Observation - December 5th, 2020, Saturday

The floorboards are creaking above me

A reminder that I do not really live alone

 

Kitty is curled up in a ball on the couch

I hear the deep rumble of engine outside

 

Small branches swaying in the light breeze

Dark slender finger, against the pale sky

 

There is laughter somewhere down the block

People are walking outside, riding bikes

 

There is no snow on the ground, no ice

It is warm for Minneapolis in December




Thursday, November 5, 2020

Observation - November 5th, 2020, Tuesday

 Coffee on the terrace of the penthouse

 

Morning on 49th Street, Radio City

 

Rockefeller Plaza, a few hundred feet away

 

Columns of concrete, glass and steel push up into the powder blue sky

 

Green-copper spires reflected in mirrors one thousand feet tall

 

Their soft patina wavering in the sunlight

 

 

A curious pigeon comes to greet me

 

 

The sounds of the city are pressing

 

A steady drone of HVAC permeates the atmosphere

 

Sirens wail and saws whine, over the drone of engines

 

As the arhythmic clang of steel on steel fills the air with hollow waves

 

While all around me hammers fall

 

The city hums with a ghostly bustle

 




 

 

Monday, October 5, 2020

Observation - October 5th, 2020, Monday

 

The air is warm this morning

Unseasonably warm for October

My windows are open

And Kitty is talking about rabbits

In the quiet morning

Beneath the cool blue sky

The sun still below the horizon

As Venus fades quickly in the light




Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Observation - August 5th, 2020, Wednesday


The scent of garlic and curry the apartment

I made a pot of lentils

For the first time in weeks the air conditioner is silent

The windows are open for a cross breeze

A dappled light comes in through the east windows

Filtered through the green leaves

Kitty is complaining about the taste of medicine in her food

The dry and dusty chondroitin that helps her with her joints

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Observation - July 5th, 2020, Saturday


It is late in the afternoon

In the condo all the shades are drawn down

The unwelcome sun is beating

Hard on the bricks and brownstone

The air conditioner fills the empty space

Cool air and ambient noise

Kitty is curled up and sleeping

Friday, June 5, 2020

Observation - June 5th, 2020, Friday


The city is green

It is summer and it is quiet—right now, at 4:00 pm

If I think about it

I can recall the sounds of gunfire

That woke me up in the middle of the night

The quiet lays on Minneapolis like a green veil

The city is restive

The demand for justice is simmering, now

Seven days ago, we were at a roiling-boil

I can smell the ashes lingering—still

The chemical scent of unnatural fire

Scratching in my throat

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Observation - May 5th, 2020, Tuesday


It is a bright morning

There is a plane flying overhead, though the city is quiet

There is a robin chirping in the tree outside my window

My lady is working at loom, weaving on a hoop

Kitty is begging for butter

Seventy thousand Americans will have died

From complications due to COVID-19

By the end of today

The news is increasingly grim

There are politicians telling us to prepare

Be ready to lose more

Americans must be ready to sacrifice

Like they did in World War II

This time we march into the jaws of a faceless beast

To feed an economy, that is hungry for our lives

As valuable as kibble, scattered on the floor

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Observation - April 5th, 2020, Sunday


The house smells of peppers

And garlic and onions

The rising sun lights up the sky

Soft blue, almost white

The street is quiet, quieter than usual

So quiet I can hear the gears turning

In the empty bus that rolls by

The birds have noticed the change

The fox and the coyote too

There are fewer people to contend with

Fewer cars and people walking

Fewer things to fear

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Observation - March 5th, 2020, Thursday


It is 5:27 in the morning

Kitty is yowling for attention

She is unhappy with the food in her dish

She wants something different

Something fresh

She doesn’t want the supplement I give her

To strengthen her joints, and her back legs

She is seventeen and getting arthritic

She wants to play

She cannot jump anymore

She does not like to play string

While laying on the floor

I lift her to the window

So she can watch the dark street

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Observation - February 5th, 2020, Wednesday


It is chilly outside, but not cold for February

The sun is shining through a cloud filled sky

Pale patches of blue speak of an early spring

Kitty is sleeping by the window as I write

I am listening to the news, it is a sad day

Donald Trump is to be acquitted of his crimes

America has become a lawless place, maybe

It always was a place of deep divisions

Where the laws are applied differently

On behalf of the rich and against the poor

Maybe nothing has changed at all, America

Is just naked now, reveling in all its flaws