sherku: advice

When your best
Advice comes
From the face
In the mirror
It's time for 
A new one 

sherku: leave

Pine needles and 
a lonely leaf 
or two survive 
the trails 
blower brigade

sherku: October

Listening to
Runa sing
"Dancing in
the graveyard"
while I plant
my garlic 

sherku: why

certain songs 
instantly
fill my eyes
with tears and
my voice trembles 
to find words

‘twas the season

the story of her ink circles and lines, my eyes
follow moves, ‘twas the season

tribal lines, lithe, attractive, sensual moves
making music, ‘twas the season

six of one, half the other, so he said
she did not follow, ‘twas the season

railroad set meant for play, link the tracks,
roll the train, not chew chew, ‘twas the season

shadows falling upon ten lawyers
with twenty opinions, ‘twas the season

can they count the tenement steps, not knowing
cellar coal bins, ‘twas the season

side door now fresh painted, easy to do
how didn't Steve know, ‘twas the season 

 

one of two responses to the challenge for the Franklin Senior Center's writers group. 

 

‘tis the season

where does your story begin, does it matter
how many turns, ‘tis the season

here to there, there to a new here, by roads less
or more like paths, ‘tis the season

in heart land, hearts will land, or compass spinning
veer off the course, ‘tis the season
 
the bright autumn leaves now coated wet, white, cold
in New England, ‘tis the season

nightmare or dream, keep breathing beneath, or through
the mask you wear, ‘tis the season

when you see horizontal snow shifting to
gentle falling, ‘tis the season

‘twas or ‘tis, a matter of tense, and with tensions tight
Steve'll choose ‘tis the season 

 

one of two responses to the challenge for the Franklin Senior Center's writers group.

 

sherku: Ronni Bennett 1941-2020

This Halloween
brings her byline
to a close
Portland to
Portland "Time goes by"

#140poets  posted to Twitter  https://twitter.com/shersteve/status/1322932385277792259

After much correspondence, I was fortunate to spend a glorious time with her in Portland, ME before she moved to Portland, OR. She wrote about our visit in 2009 here  https://www.timegoesby.net/weblog/2009/02/the-curious-dynamics-of-blog-friendship.html   She will be missed.  

sherku: renewal

Renew yourself
listen to the
flower and you
Will not hear
his latest lie 

 

sherku: autumn dance

Brown autumn
Leaf dances 
Across the
Blacktop early
This morning
As I walk

first shared via Twitter

https://twitter.com/shersteve/status/1303015652014333953

sherku: virus

leaves rustle
in the breeze
what do the trees
know of the virus
raging down here 

first shared via Twitters

https://twitter.com/shersteve/status/1303013011490320387

sherku: Labor Day

New England chore 
putting the
window AC
units away
for the season

first shared via Twitter

https://twitter.com/shersteve/status/1302999728410505217

sherku: steps

The future 

maybe cloudy 

But steps to 

make it happen 

are one at a time!

Spruce Pond, Franklin, MA

sherku: life lesson

Walking barefoot 

In the kitchen

Feeling things

Underfoot

Time to clean the floor

 

 

for my love, on our annivarsary

sherku: diet triptych

1

My kind of diet

Oven fresh

Crusty baked bread

Full of soft holes

With honey

2

Better than

A see food

Diet where

It's all you can

See you eat

Yum, yum, yum

3

Still better yet

Make breakfast

Like a king

Lunch like a prince

Sup like a pauper

sherku: fear knot

I wake fearful

take a breath

realize

it is a

new day, we

can do this!

for my wife, DS