in the usual resolute way
not at first for poems
not at all
More typically, something along the lines of
"Beautiful warm summer day, the sound of a boat motor drifting under the jet noise some miles up..."
no, even that sounds more like poetry now...
But it is a beautiful day.
I'm sitting on the porch,
off to my right is the recently featured oak tree
and on the table, a cup of hot tea.
I don't know many war dead,
or for that matter, war living.
A few. There are many.
A dog strolls into the yard,
I shoo it away, or at least
shout. Then, run out
and throw a tea bag at it.
The dog is quite friendly
and comes wagging its tail.
I remark that it's too friendly.
It gives a slight woof and moves on.
Memorial Day. My wife and son
went to watch the parade.
I suppose I should have too.
He wanted to watch (and hear) them shoot the guns.
Boys are famous for liking to make things into guns.
Today I want to take stock of where slog2live:
- has been
- is going
The trouble is,
I don't really feel
like there's time to do a recap, and
I doubt that you
really want to spend time
reading about it.
(I mean, it's all there in the archives)
The only thing I'd point out is that initially it was an effort to get organized.
Then it morphed to being an assortment of efforts at poetry.
I'm not very sure where it will end up. But I do hope to improve at being organized, and also at being expressive with poetry.