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.

Troubles on Homefront

Ivan the Terrible..part 2

It seems Ivan made his distructive way through Alabama....began his decline as a tropical storm ..and now has turned around and is heading back at us. they ae predicting a tropical storm landfall around Galveston early tomorrow. Right around the time we are supposed to fly out of Houston for Hawaii.......could make for flight delays at very least. How is this even possible? What are they making hurricanes out of these days?

Hawaii

Will be leaving Friday for a short 5 days in the islands. Looking forward to sandy beaches. Can't get Paula's Sand Woman poem out of my head. Really inspired. Can't figure out where my language has gone. Maybe inspiring scerery will help.

first blogging

Home after a week in New Orleans with very creative people that I love. Thinking about "real life" as Shi calls it. This morning when we talked about our lives as objects that could be picked up, turned at different angles and veiwed in various light. After a week in the big easy, things here definately look different....can't say better or worse. Thanks for the clue about "weblog".