storm stories

Shisa said I ought to work on this one. ......but all I ever had was the one line and that from E. Just retuned from his brother-in-law's funeral.. the first of our set to go, that is siblings and their spouses. Felt strange. the line came back to me and this resulted. I know it is not up to snuff I haven't sritten a word i over two years but here goes anyway.


Storm Stories

The last time we were here-
in early March

a sudden cold snap with rain
crunched into an ice storm

I remember a woman at the hotel-
a woman from Maine who complained

I thought Texas was supposed to be hot.

Well, climate has a way of not honoring
what is supposed to be

That is the very definition of a storm

Okay, but stop right there
No one wants to hear your storm stories

They’re just waiting for you to shut up
so they can tell you their own

I know that is true-
have observed how they glance away

No one wants to hear how cold

or hot
or wet
or windy

life can get

Or that a man can die
six months after getting a doctor’s vote
of confidence

three days before his grandchild is born
and how it is supposed to be

does’nt matter at all

Storms will out-
trees fall
through your roof

and ice in March can shut down
freeways
even if you haven’t thought

to wear a proper coat

huh

where did my last post go? oh well

Talking to myself

I had abandoned this site. But I think I need a spot to talk to myself. If anyone of you guys is still checking in on me Hi. I haven't written a word in almost 2 years now. It is a deathtrap. Write or forget how. So I am just going to use this place as my own little thinking out loud spot. See if I can get motivated again.

Usually my poetry comes from somewhere. Something I see or hear or read. In the past 2 years I have felt overwhelmed. Busy with work in a new creative way that just about sucks all the originality out of me.......worried to death over J and his illness......dumstruck by the destructive force of Rita and the mess it made of our lives. Along the way I have sat down...typed a couple of lines, frowned and hit DELETE. Nothing has sounded right to my ear or my heart.

Well, anyway. I am going to try to put a little something in here each day. An observation, a joke, whatever...try to jumpstart my brain.