Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Weightlessness

The task is on you. It is yours to do.
Large or small, it remains to be done

Procrastination can set in
You can find any number of things to do
To avoid facing the task 

Lyrics start dancing in my head
The song I knew, had known for years
Had heard the original by the Band
Listened to many covers
"Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)"

It was catchy, could stick with you
Become a earworm
A term I discovered later would apply
To this sensation, this feeling 

Focus dispels the fog, clears the way
Sets the steps to action
Whether sweat is required or not
The action underway soon completes

Gradual and then all at once
The fog is gone, the weight is lifted
Life is free, possibilities abound
Until the next task comes around
"Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)"


The story behind the song "The Weight" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Weight


Wednesday, November 03, 2021

sherku: flywheel

Feed the flywheel

Trust the process

Keep all the info

Flowing to neighbors 




This realization crystalized during a conversation when receiving positive feedback




sherku: pumpkin seeds

Baked with oil

Lightly salted 

Hard to keep

Away from until

There are no more




(yes, it is that time of year)


Monday, November 01, 2021

sherku: there's hope

Under crystal blue sky
Autumn leaves 
A sense of
Hope here on
The Town Common

The Town Common
The Town Common


sherku - cross country quintet

*The start

Cross country
Foot stampede
Elbows out
Balancing
Staying on
Stride in the pack


*First mile

More room to 
Run, among
A few other
Hardy souls
Wondering
Why am I


*Second mile

Is that all
Why put the hill
Here? you're
Almost there
If they only knew


*Last stretch

Side stitch pain
Sweat stings eyes
We need you
Get that shirt
Lumbering
Legs just finish


*Post race

High fives tossed,
Dry heaves, congrats 
Between gasps 
Not sure this
Is what it
Means to win


* Upon reflection of my own years of cross country in high school and college as an athlete and coach, when observing the Hockomock League Championships on Sunday, Oct 31, 2021.

** Also upon reflection, the quintet likely aligns to the top five of the seven member cross country team are the one who score points. The sixth and seventh members of the team displace the others.

part of the pack in the boys varsity race at the Hockomock League Championships
part of the pack in the boys varsity race at the Hockomock League Championships


Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Fret factors, or variations on the theme of "a dark and stormy night"

** Part 1 **


She still worries when I go for my night walk 

Even if just in our neighborhood

where there is little traffic,

most folks are usually home by this time,

there is little movement on the road,

even the wildlife is nesting


Plenty of road to share in this uncertainty,

coming out of the pandemic,

wondering what the new normal might be,

striding along, street lights start the shadow races,

the blackest black bleeds to grey

as the light shifts from back to front


as the light shifts, the shadow dims,

decides to go the other way,

leaving you alone for a time.

Navigating the curve, it is dark,

hard to see, harder still

when in this mid-point between these poles


This street light works, sorta.

It slowly comes on building brightness,

widening its circle of light,

it reaches as far as it can,

stays for a bit, only a bit,

abracadabra,

the cone of  light disappears


Then I am back to navigating

the curve of the road,

walking on a dark and stormy night


** Part 2 **


Upon entry I was greeted

with a problem to solve immediately.

Whether it was the toilet clogged,

or the TV remote not working,

or someone had called

and wanted something that

needed to be done right now.


That was always more important

than a "welcome home, how was your day?"

So we learned how to dive right

into what was a dark and stormy night. 


We left behind whatever else

was in the current thought stream,

forgot about the radio news,

the song's last notes,

or the podcast voice of reason,

or what had happened at work that day.


There was barely time

to put down my bag

or take off my coat

before jumping into the problem

of the night to try and

make sense of the issue at hand.

Then to step back,

to gather the tools required;

maybe it needed the plunger,

or new batteries,

or to make the phone call.


Sometimes it could be quick work

to bring light and dispel the darkness.

A plunge or two to clear away the clog.

The batteries returned functionality,

the status lights came on,

the channel or volume would change properly.

Sometimes it took a little longer

to make sense of the stormy issue.


Then it was as if we had never left the current,

we weren't in a river of dreams.

The islands in the stream just slipped by.


Some when, some where, some how

those news bits, notes of the melody,

or voices of insight would come forward to play.

Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. 


** Part 3 **


It was a dark and stormy night.

The creek flowed by steadily.

At first, it seemed only the creek noise;

then a flash lit the sky,

thunder claps rolling along the creek.


The rains followed. Gentle rain at first,

then steady buckets. A soaking rain.

It was a good rain. It was needed.

The trees and grasses welcomed it.

Another lightning flash broke the dark.


What were they thinking of

doing it all at once?

The storm wouldn't last.

The clouds and rain would roll away.

The thunder would become a distant echo.

The rains too would pass.


In a few hours,

daylight would creep over the ridge

chasing the night away.

It was time to write,

lasso/harness those images,

thoughts, all too briefly

illuminated before they flowed away.


Rolling over bedside,

opening the pad,

scribbling the translations

as they appeared.

Images to words.

Would others follow along? 

There is the challenge.

We hope to raise enough interest,

use enough of their words,

to recreate the dark and stormy night for them.


It only thunders when it rains.

Why is that he considered?

It was hard enough creating the space,

the time, to welcome the moment,

to go with the flow of images,

transferring them to words,

wrestling the meaning of being.


Now soaking wet, yes,

you only get wet once.

He was at one with the world.

The creek was flowing; bubbling,

gurgling, eddying around smooth rocks,

ever flowing.

Taking a deep breath

he realized,

we can do this.



For DS, on the journey together

a continuation and completion of part one shared previously

https://www.quietpoet.com/2021/06/a-dark-and-stormy-night-part-1.html

Monday, June 14, 2021

A dark and stormy night (part 1)

She worries when I go for my night walk
Even if just in our neighborhood where there is little traffic

most folks home by this time, little movement
on the road, even the wildlife is nesting

Plenty of road to share in this uncertainty
Coming out of the pandemic, wondering what the new normal might be

Striding along, street lights start the shadow races
The blackest black bleeds to grey as the light shifts from back to front

as the light shifts, the shadow dims, decides to
go the other way, leaving you alone for a time

Navigating the curve, it is dark, hard to see,
harder still when in this far point between these poles

This street light works, sorta. It slowly comes on
building brightness, widening its circle of light

It reaches as far as it can, stays for a bit, only a bit,
abracadabra, the cone of light disappears

Then I am back to navigating the curve
walking on a dark and stormy night


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Friday, May 28, 2021

sherku: jelly beans 3

Doesn't the line
Go three Jelly
beans a day
Keeps the
doctor away 


Friday, May 21, 2021

sherku: in the room

Questions raised
Answers made
Discourse runs
All rounda the
Rather large
Elephant 

Friday, May 14, 2021

sherku: sleep

Surrender
Perchance to dream
Have this all change
Alas it won't
Tis what it is 

Friday, May 07, 2021

sherku: ear worm

Robins bobbing
Manicured lawn
Neighborhood
Silence broken
Angry voices

Saturday, May 01, 2021

sherku: new moon

Not lost in thought
Long clear driveway
Fresh chalk at hand
Inspires
Eager artist


Wednesday, April 21, 2021

sherku: hot rod

Hot rod youngster
Steps on the gas
Attempts to fly
No wings though 
Only makes noise


composed on the road in RI (but I could have been almost anywhere)


Monday, February 15, 2021

sherku: Valentine's view

Sun rays cast 
Tree shadows 
Across the 
Trail this blue 
Jay morning 
Holding my love


for Dolores - 2/14/21