Month: March 2025

OPENING UP

I arrive and step out

Totally aware of

The sound; the song

A melody of nature

I hear it and feel humbled

Fragrance in the air

If of the earth, so familiar

I feel a rush, an urgency

There is smoothness

I must have more

I see the sky, the stars

Light of the moon, nearly full

I imagine a spiral staircase

Wish I could climb and reach

I want to run and stand still

Waves tinkle the ivory of the shore

The beat is authentic; lovely

A tune fills me up; lifts me

This is space; my space

The song will be repeated

I step in the sand

It is combined with snow and ice

The crunch is like percussion

Music that hypnotizes me

Oh, to embrace it all

It expands as my mind opens

The earthen musk defines me

Orchestration of sounds overwhelm

The visuals in the sky stagger

A tension runs through my center

This cannot end, but it will

Enjoy the moment, the hour, the night

Morning will make its assault

I will be ready then as

I am unable to hold any more

Stanski on March 10, 2025 ^

NEVER

Life is hard

Always tired

It’s never easy

Early morning cries

Late night blues

 The music is lonely

 It offers no clues

Stays out of groove

Whatever the season

Is there any reason?

Can’t face the truth

Nothing new here

Real thing is:

Would rather play

Save reality

For another day

No use talking

Quit the squawking

Won’t do any good

Never will

Never would

Never did

Stanski

March 9, 2025,^

IRONY

In a turbulent world we see it all 

Five hundred million spent on a campaign

Death at the U.S. Embassy in Tunisia 

Over three hundred murders so far in2020 in Tijuana, Mexico 

Searches for the lowest vacation rates. 

I think of the advertisements for Barbados

This in the midst of the Corona Virus scare

New announcers speaking of sanctuary cities,

Almost endorsing them

Criminals caught, tried and released only to return to their criminal life

Jamaica is selling pleasure vacations.  Life goes on

It is what they do for a living, for jobs and an income 

They present peaceful living which is good 

I think of the millions of refugees worldwide, starving and thirsty;

Separated by default from infants and young children

Starving to death at the rate of 18 per day

I ache at the sight of churches being destroyed by bombs or fire

Religious beings being slaughtered while

Vacationers enjoy food, drink and evening fires around a cozy pit 

The images of having fun are enticing and at the same time

Topics of sex traffic, drug traffic and illegal aliens are upsetting 

We hear of the luxury vacations, then threats to Supreme Court Justices 

We get excited about fun on the sunny islands

Then upset about online sex predators 

We hear crimes are increasing; misery in the country of Venezuela

Tornados hitting central Tennessee 

Cruise ships are being quarantined

Life goes on and people plan

They have earned their respite and we do not blame them

We worry about not having the ingredients for essential drugs

And other items of necessity and then listen to

Political fighting, accusations and lying

The irony of it all

Stanski

March 8, 2025 ^

RISING CREAM

Back in the days

Horse hooves clatter on pavement

Early morning milkman

Scheduled delivery

Early today

Regular order

Same as always

Empties clank

On return to wagon

Hypnotic sound

Back to sleep

Over sleep

Startled awake

Check on milk

A little late

Cold winter mornings

Allow cream to rise

Above lip of bottle

Still wearing cap

Looking proud

If not arrogant

Nothing broken

Not so far

Winter has its way

Hope it breaks

Before too long

Stanski

March 5, 2025

RISING CREAM

Back in the days

Horse hooves clatter on pavement

Early morning milkman

Scheduled delivery

Early today

Regular order

Same as always

Empties clank

On return to wagon

Hypnotic sound

Back to sleep

Over sleep

Startled awake

Check on milk

A little late

Cold winter mornings

Allow cream to rise

Above lip of bottle

Still wearing cap

Looking proud

If not arrogant

Nothing broken

Not so far

Winter has its way

Hope it breaks

Before too long

Stanski

March 5, 2025

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FROM LIGHT TO DARK

Yesterday when I woke

I looked out the window to

To south-southwest

The sun was filtering

Through the pines and

Sprinkled the ground

Through the cedar branches

With bronze and golden brown

It was a beautiful sight which

Disappeared a short time later

For a while it was neutral and

Then as the day progressed

The sky turned gray and depressing

Rain and snow was in the forecast

Dinner at six was in the light and

Later talking with my daughter

From California she spoke of

82 degree temperatures and

Oak tree and other pollens

She wondered if it was still light

Yes, it was just eight o’clock

We talked about an hour and

When the conversation was over

It was dark and depressing

From light to dark in twelve hours

From joy to despair in a day

Six inched of snow promised

For tomorrow.  We endure

Stanski

March 2, 2025 ^