On a Soggy Summer Day

A female cardinal
Walked on the edge
Of the planter box
Outside my window
Squirrels, scurried
Back and forth
Across the lawn
Stealing ripe fruit
From my jelly palm
Their nemesis, Maggie
Was no longer around
To keep them at bay
A banana spider
Big as my palm
Attempted to build
A web across the
Doorway of my barn
Days were shorter
Nights longer
On a soggy
Summer day

 

Watching Rain Fall

Another in a series of rainy days. I’m in a pensive mood. Hypoglycemia does little to quell thoughts of negativity.

Everything is so green–including my fast-growing lawn. I tend to assume that everything will always stay the same. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Changes can sometimes be hard to deal with. Natural disasters, first, come to mind. Rampant volcanic lava flows in Hawaii. Wildfires in the Western states.

Closer to home, it’s almost high hurricane season. What will the season bring? Try not to dwell on such things–even with constant news coverage.

As much as we like to think we are in control, nature refuses to be controlled.  Last year it was hurricane Harvey–copious amounts of rain–the likes of which no one had ever seen.

Pits and Pendulums

Packing peanuts
Pits and pendulums
Sweat rivulets flowed
Droplets from nose to chin
Fifteen-minute fame increments
Expired somewhere, sometime in 1987
Nobody cared much, to remember when
Hat, raked just right, topped his balding head
Cotton twill shirts with sharp, starched creases
Five-point star, company logo, on each upper sleeve
Pointless, to pump up fading careers
John, preferred to stay in the background
Let others think he was hopelessly mired in the past
What he really wanted to convey
More had been done with less
And still could be

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can’t Please Everyone

You can’t please everyone, so you have to please yourself.

Writing is the same as every endeavor in life.  If you’re not pleased with what you write, it’s not likely anyone else will be.  I write to attract readers, knowing, not everyone will be interested in what I have to say.

What attracted readers?  Was it sensationalism?  Click bait?  After the click, nothing of value remained, therein. If that was required for success, count me out.

In my opinion, there’s too much, “my opinion matters, yours doesn’t” these days.  Which leads to another conundrum.  How much non-conformity does it take to become conformity?

I intend to respect all opinions–whether I agree with them or not.  And, in turn, I would like to be respected.