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

Friday, May 14, 2021

sherku: sleep

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
Silence broken
Angry voices

Saturday, May 01, 2021

sherku: new moon

Not lost in thought
Long clear driveway
Fresh chalk at hand
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

Monday, February 01, 2021

sherku: small success

my water bottle
to the filling
stopping in time

Wednesday, December 02, 2020

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 
fill my eyes
with tears and
my voice trembles 
to find words

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

‘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.