Author: stevehaarman

It is cold
I keep the door closed
I can remember sunshine
Recollect the scent of Lilacs
And English Lavender
 
The fragrance runs through my veins
I can hear the rustling of leaves
But now the sound of crunching ice prevails
The sounds that keep my body alive
 
It is too early for new grass
But I can visualize it as well as
New growth in the farm fields
It represents the love I have received
The love I have been blanketed with
 
There is no sound, but
I can hear love in the wind
In the movement of planets
Stars are my garland
My neck dress
 
I know the colors of the blue sky
The green and brown of the earth
I am full
I am complete
How can I not burst?
 
Stanski
January 29, 2020 ^

I look at the Gulliver Creek
It is flowing, flowing, flowing
Making turns where ever necessary
Its banks are covered with snow
Shrubs, leafless and with leaves
And small trees line the bank

There is beauty not describable 
Objects below the surface are visible
Reflections are majestic
There are animal tracks about
The water keep coming
I turn around

On the other side of the road
The water appears as a pond
But it is moving
Flowing out to Lake Michigan
Its comes from springs
Underground sources

There is a lot of peripheral snow
Ice can be seen forming
No birds are near, but
A black bird is flying down the gravel path

Excitement exists
Wonder also
Where does the water go
Once it joins the lake?
Does it just become part of the larger body?
Does it side track and form a pool in the dunes?

The mysteries of nature
Always different, but always appearing the same
We are fortunate to be caretakers
If that is even possible
Whatever is we accept
We are grateful, fond and sheltered
 
Stanski
January 28, 2020 ^

Stop by the farm stand to order
There is an intercom
The driveway is long
Use the intercom
Your order will be ready
Two heads cabbage
A bunch of carrots
Some radishes
Four corn
A carton of new potatoes
Two packs of weed
 
Any eggs?
Not today
I’m going to lay my own
After the weed
Better make that four weeds
Now you’re talking
Weekdays are great
No commitments
Just show up
Everybody loves you
It’s a wonderful world
 
Drive up to the house
Order is ready
Payment is made
Can I give you something?
What?
Magazines
How many?
A box full
Why me
You’re the closest drop off
How considerate
 
Drive home
I meant to get eggs
Well next time
How soon
Tomorrow
I’ll need more weed, too
 
Stanski
January 28, 2020 ^

I wake up; hear the wind
Look up; see vast number of stars
Think of time and how condition changes
About ancient civilizations
All living in wonder
Thinking they are the ones
Only to fade and be lost
As conquering armies
Destroy them and their traditions
We have documented this manifestation
It is not lighthearted reading
But it is history
 
What had come before and
Was then destroyed or lost?
How many times was the same thing invented?
How many geniuses were never employed?
Millions of questions until we get to today
Where our world is full of novelties
Application of bizarre non-understood devises
A world of abuse, abortion, genocide, war, hunger and disease
Moon flights and space exploration are commonplace
I hear the peal of a distant train
Ancient, but still of great use, reminding me of
Computerized farm tractors advanced beyond comprehension
 
Church bells ringing; new days waiting
Schools welcoming students in the act of
Developing new bones in their neck area for support
And arthritis in their fingers and wrists
From damage caused by little machines
Language arts and understanding being lost
Music enjoyed, but learned by only a few
Critical thinking and thought development abandoned
Repetition of what is not understood, like parrots
Was there ever a simple life; free from hang-ups and strife
Where ego was not the big thing; everyone invited in
Where being wrong was an opportunity to learn
 
There is hope that we will all open up
Know the One, Who is really in charge
Follow Him as He advised
Avoiding  our eternal demise

Stanski
January 28, 2020^
 

I have faith in what I write
The lake’s waves are my time measures
I line myself up in accordance
They are steady
Every day, every day
They have purpose
I think of the water
I drink the water
I think of all that might be
Love in the water
Miracles in the water
Gifts of grace in the water
It fills me up
My cup overflows
 
I take the seasons
I write to the seasons
Seeing beauty in each day
In each hour of the day
Beauty is there
It is a gift
We must sometimes look for it
As the sun goes down on a cloudy day
There is a little light in the west
Below the dark clouds
This is the only light
So wonderful to see
It lifts my spirits
 
I love the world
The presentations of each season
When right I will walk the forest
See the flowers and condition
The forest will know me
Know my sense of love for life
I have no fear of death
But I love life
After this world is over for me
The world will know I loved for it
It was a gift of my birth
I have emptied myself
Now I am filled
 
Stanski
January 27, 2020 ^
 

Where’s mama?
She won’t come
Why not?
Stubborn
Feels mistreated
Insignificant
Like she’s starving
 
How do you like Paris?
Best city in the world
This restaurant food?
It’s great
Why are you feeding it to the dog?
 
Let’s have a séance
No need
We had a life
Wasn’t perfect
Is anything
I have a right
How can you afford it?
 
Get the dog out of here
More wine?
You father’s fine
No he isn’t
I don’t understand you
You are a married man
Have grandsons
 
I have to leave
Go ahead
What about papa
You made a commitment
Have to go back to him
I guess
That’s right mama
Let’s all go home
 
Stanski
January 27, 2020 ^

New scene

Some say women aren’t funny
Who, the pope?
You were here
Was she funny?
Is the pope Catholic?
She’s the best
Where’s Suzie
Suzie’s kidnapped
This traffic is impossible
Where we going
You ought to know
F==k you Ed Sullivan
See, she is funny
 
Now we’re on a subway
Smart girl
Where does it go?
To the end of the line
I know that place
The end of the line?
I’m from there
Me, too
We’ll get along fine
You are funny
Don’t make me say it
 
Stanski
January 27, 2020

Look at that umbrella
Focus
What’s this?
Another language
Do you understand?
Just barely
 
Mama has an apartment
Would you like coffee?
There’s only one chair
I lived here when I was in school
Look at the dog
Papa be sweet
F==k sweet
We’re going back to New York
See you tonight
I miss you
I miss you, too
 
What is it?
Who knows?
Women are women
No explaining
Don’t you love it?
Not really
 
Another guy—
I left
The place was like a mausoleum
But now you are staying there?
I have no choice
I’m struggling
Wait.  I’ve got a call
What is it mom
I’m out of cheese
So what
I need it now
Sorry, I can’t help you
 
Stanski
January 27, 2020 ^

 
Here we are
Bills to pay
What’s for dinner?
Whatever you want
Operator, please!
 
Who’s your girlfriend?
Suzie
No, not really
What about your star
Let me get my book
Somebody wants a kick in the n==s
 
Are you serious?
Yea!
How can you have a show now?
I just do
Where?
Philadelphia
Two and a half hours away
Well good luck
Papa
 
We need you
Why?
Where’s your mama
Paris
She should be back
In time for the party?
What did she say?
I’m going to Paris
But, I’ll be back
I hope so
 
Papa you don’t listen
I may go overboard
You always do
Let’s not fight
What are you doing?
Looking for the one who signs the checks
American loyalty
 
Stanski
January 27, 2020 ^
 
 

I woke up thankful
Did my lavabos
Went to the kitchen
Find a waiting daughter
Ask, how are you doing
Medium was the answer
Like you are here but don’t know why
Yes, she answered
I think that’s better than being here
And knowing why
 
The unknown may be exciting
Anticipation increases adrenaline
Finding our truth is rewarding
Living our truth is outstanding
 
We have everything, but nothing
Have food, but are hungry
Health, but we are ill
We search for what is missing
Do not know where to look
Begin to blame, taking no responsibility
 
We become frustrated when we find ourselves
In an unfamiliar forest, having no clue
Whether danger lurks or if we are safe
We pledge to turn our lives around as
Soon as we can find our way
 
We know we are nothing, in spite of
Being something to others
Our true self is becoming apparent
We will be followers and not just fans
Will drop our excuses and seek
Yes, seek out the authentic fisherman
 
Following in His footsteps we find peace
Opportunity glares at us from all directions
We are willing and do proceed
Knowing now why we are here
Sunday mornings are so good
 
Stanski
January 26, 2020 ^