Today was a very sad for our country. An “insurrection” breached the U.S. Capitol which was eventually repulsed.
We had a very good rain On Monday. Yesterday I walked to the river. It rained again today.
Last few weeks I watched chess tournaments on line. During the last a few days I started to play chess with a friend.
I have a hard time writing poetry recently.
The ascending music of Beethoven’s piano sonata number 21
Reaches the height of your admiration
Like driving alone at night in the rain
As if the sky opens up for you to be happy
All the hidden stars twinkling for you
Happy New Year’s Eve
Note: The rain came last night. Today is New Year’s Eve
We need the rain. If not because of COVID think of traveling abroad, like to Portugal.
Big relief that the election was over. And we had rain two days ago.
One by one
I thread filaments of thoughts
Standing in the rain.
My dream of summer
The wind that leaves the window blinds quivering
The rain that never seems to stop
I fall asleep dreaming of the streets
Covered with deep puddles
I have to skirt around the children
They are jumping in and out, laughing,
Shouting, their faces wet and glowing.
It is summer.
The day is raining and windy
I’m walking, holding an umbrella over my head
I’m arguing gainst my thoughts
I think of Hamlet,restless, talking to himself
the ghost and skull behind him
She says she will not be home when I arrive
The day is swiftly gathering darkness
And I’m trying to understand how
an umbrella breaks in a day like today.
A sudden flash, then
disturbing team of horses a far distance from the window
a boy chalk-drawing on the sidewalk looks up at the sky
a rat rattles the cage and escapes
the woman pauses pouring tea on her cup
the liquid seems frozen in space
a baby wakes
the first rain since Saturday.
To see you climbing the stairs
the ordinary can join the divine
thoughts ascending with the spirit
I pray while driving in the rain
not to alter suddenly the conditions of the landscape
and to give us time
to accommodate the change.