whisper against stone

whisper against stone

whisper against stone

yodel down a canyon

your thoughts, your words

your song is clashed, buffeted

fragmented and echoed in mutated

form to the sentient and non-sentient

who or which listen or ignore

or are indifferent to what

you have tried to convey

who or which are curious , or not

about who or what you are

except if you may prove a danger

that may rock their world

the world that cares, or not

absorbs or ricochets, takes note

or continues its own existence

whisper against stone

and believe what you will

how important you are to the universe

bonding

family stories told to laughter

at table shared by every household

bringing something – mac-n-cheese

corn on the cob, salad, roasted

fresh vegetables, drumsticks

veggie lasagna, corn chips, donut holes

and afterwards the young court clerk

playing strategy games with the boys

while old and younger adults

sat in the living room

overlooking the waves to relate

more memories of different generations

living in the trials of their times

making them human as we relate

to their feasts, triumphs, fears

strengths and contributions

to our family and each other

                                8/18/2024  Blue house

find One

the woman with bewildered eyes

the youth with sunken cheeks

the man with angry menace

ready to explode

the wisp of a girl pleading

without a word

each with a story

each longing for recognition

yet inspiring fear

and met with hurried looks away

as though their burdens

are too much for even two to bear

until they have found One

who understands and cares

filter

filter your worldview through empathy

cushion your reactions through compassion

pause before assigning blame or judgement

to ask yourself how much you truly know

despite the ranting

despite the ranting and foul language

on our ‘entertainment’ media

the sound of children laughing

can bring me back to joy

and belief in the goodness

of persons

wake up call

black tea with chai powder

multi-grain toast

with a hint of honey

ah, that is the way

to wake up a morning

blue-gray settles

smokey from wildfires and the haze of late summer

so a blue-gray settles from the air to our emotions

summit Mt. St. Helens

eight-year-old Adelaide
smiles atop the mountain
she had just conquered
proud father and grandfather
grinning at her
reveling in her grit and determination

WiGs during Festival of the Arts

 Writers in the  Grove astound me

with their generosity in listening

and encouraging other writers

Their four Wednesdays participating

in Forest Grove’s Festival of the Arts

this past summer teaching, sharing

showing their own work

setting up the Open Mic

laughing, gently suggesting

admitting when they do not know

helping to find solutions

being warm and accepting when

others are vulnerable in reaching out

Writers in the Grove is one amazing

group of gracious individuals

Thank you!

post-COVID

so tired after COVID

but blessed that that is the only

real sign or symptom remaining

what an intriguing virus

with many manifestations

some debilitating

for me, merely fatigue after doing

very little, but slowly i recover

so, “Look out, World!”

soften the blow

soften the blow

couch the criticism in suggestion

respect the integrity

let a child know he is loved

despite his falling short

let him grow on strong foundation

Page-Pritchard at Golden Valley

three generations of Pages

two of Pritchards, but those two

loving the interaction with Rob III’s

little curly-haired daughters

the extended family is spread out

across the nation and seldom able

to sit down together to dine and talk

renewing and extending the love

of cousins since childhood

Elsie

Grandma Elsie, slender, unassuming

with her quiet ways but wise

peeking eyes in sharp observation

and gentle, compassionate laugh

with those of us caught in human

shortcomings now within two years

of a century of living never luxurious

but always ready to help

loving legacy she knows in family

bonding and Harmon generosity

we do matter

Grayish again with long-traveled

smoke from fires in Canada,

Washington and California.

When will we learn that the Earth’s

systems are something our greed

can and does affect

to our great grief?

no complaints

i complain as the promised view

of meteor showers again

is smothered in summer haze

and smoke from distant wildfires

as though such deprivation of a sight

were as devastating as the loss

of farm, ranch buildings, homes

livestock and human life to those

again threatened in California

Washington, Colorado and my Oregon

pewter-gray sky

pewter-gray sky

with peculiar sheen but little brightness

heavy with darkened clouds thick

without puff or soft, curved margins

bringing rain soft and incessant

as though all the sky were doomed

to precipitation evermore

and no individual living being

would know again the glory of sunshine

roar

low roar of passengers scurrying

to individual gates to catch their train

huge roar of fear and panic at news

of sabotage of tracks

low roar of massed people

simply talking among themselves

huge roar of approval by fans

of world-class athletes performing

what seems humanly impossible

low roar of crowds finding food, shelter

huge roar of behind-the-scenes

work to provide

(im)patient

i am an impatient patient

but the threat of long COVID is enough

to keep me cowering in my home grateful not to be infecting anyone else

but stunned by how slowly i think

so, my writing has come nearly

to a halt and i am watching old movies

as though they were worth all that time

frightened

frightened when my arms

were too heavy to lift

and i could not raise my legs

up onto the bed with the rest of me

i could only think i ‘d had a stroke

but it was merely depleted potassium

from days of COVID

help from firefighters

and hospital rehydration plus

enormous potassium pills

and i’m home again

chipper, and ornery