October Walk

chill wind bites
through hoody sleeves
footsteps crunch
on fallen leaves
everyone mourns
summer’s gone, grieves
autumn calls to me

Decades past
of autumn days I dream
moonlight on frost
shimmers in the chill gleam
wildlife scurries
winter readying it seems
autumn calls to me

Into the silence
golden and auburn I walk
alone, just me
no need in silence to talk
immersion into beauty
is all I really stalk
autumn calls to me


Clandestine Writing21 days they say
starting a new habit
this is the way
Watch the calendar
day by every single day
Tick… tick… tick…
keep the cobwebs at bay
OctPoWriMo in hours ends
NoPoWriMo plans I lay
The habit it growing
THIS I am knowing
30 more days?
I just may…


My Knuckle Bump HandSnippets heard
and overheard
as the world turns round and round
yes, arthritis in my ankles
my tendinitis screams at me
these aches and pains
are killing me
it must be getting old
thank God it’s not RA

Jean was told she would need
her hip replaced in may
Bob just heard
the scary word
the bump he found was tumor benign
surgery went fine,
we have dinner at nine
Ethel heard that Gladys know
a friend of a friend has gout
so many people
so much is wrong
but at least it’s not RA

The things you hear
from those far and near
words plaintive with fear
as the path you walk, dear,
you walk with the knowing
As they whisper and fuss
you do what you must
to deal with your RA

Swiss Cheese

Fear chews holes
in your brain
and heart
caverns connect
in the labyrinth
you get lost
in the
where lives
the half light
not quite darkness
where everything
like sour
mud from swamps
it rots

Unconscious Mutterings Week 665

I used to do this free association a long time ago. I subscribed to getting an email every week with the week’s words. I actually took the time this morning to read through some of the emails that didn’t HAVE to be dealt with… time to sort… and I found this week’s words… and… it’s time to do this again…
Unconscious Mutterings:

  1. your point ::is what exactly?  I know you have one, what exactly IS your point???
  2. scarf :: Ecuador
  3. termite ::Boogie used to call them turdmites
  4. willing :: to go the whole nine yards, to do what it takes, to stop and smell the flowers if that is what I need to do
  5. silk ::China, Vietnam
  6. center ::morning… my time to center myself.  Life is always so much better if I can take this time to center myself and greet my day the way I need to
  7. flash ::fiction
  8. warehouse ::warehouse district, where I park, where I see Tower City, where I watch the boats, the sea gulls, the murky water of the Cuyahoga flow by
  9. costume ::contest
  10. candy corn? ::who knew you could pile up pieces of candy corn in circles and it would actually look like an ear of corn?  Now I have to go buy a bag of candy corn and make my own pile

Coffee Cups

memoriesCoffee cups, glasses, mugs
sit everywhere
and hold
myriad of things
change, pencils, crayons, jewelry,
hooks, needles and pins
you see the things
you see the cups
how can you not see
the memories
that cling to every surface
where they came from
tastes they held
the day they were bought
hearts that chose each
with thoughts and love
treasured beyond the cost
a glance
simple touch
each in turn
brings a smile
the memories that stick
to ordinary things
always in my mind


crowd the brain
each struggling for elbow room
all demanding equal time
the effect
gagging screams
that never cease
in the silence
how can you not hear
the torrent
of  word sneezes
that demand to be heard
are only
within the mind