The ending of the Helenic period.
Yes, I tried. I was as forward as is possible for me.
I wrote her poetry.
But no, she was steadfast in her refusal to see, properly.
So, I gave up, writing her this:
I love you. Hold on, hang with me.
I don't really know the meaning of the word, but I do know the feeling of the word.
I know the feeling I get from talking with you, making you laugh, making you poems.
Actually, I even dream about you, though I don't really remember them.
This must be love.
But it is not an all-consuming love. I'm not a Romeo.
So, I've come to realize that even though there is not enough love in this world,
there is plenty.
And the more you make, the more there is.
It is not a zero sum game.
So, you have helped me make love, which I will take into my numbers game.
As a consolation prize, and my don’t we like those, we have stayed friends and communicate quite often. She has been strongly encouraging that I will find my next one. I have not been so gracious. Hmmm, maybe that is a problem.
So, why was I in Astoria, Oregon? I was sorta invited to an open mic poetry read by a lady I was trying to establish a long distance relationship with.
I made it to the open mic event, as did she. I drove further.
The event was great. Astoria is great. There are real writers there. And, mostly, they are my age or older. They were appreciative of my performance and asked me to come back.
Yet, I still wrote this poem:
Title: First Meeting
My pulse is doing it again.
You would not want me performing surgery
Or even licking stamps.
Monarchs have nothing over the butterflies in my stomach.
However, I’m here.
This is important because,
They say at the end of the day
What is important?
So here I am.
I had things.
I know stories.
Love, I had and lost.
Now I’m searching.
And to search is to take risks.
And to take risks is to grow and improve.
And to improve means my pulse, one day,
Will act normal.
Or will it?
I’m here to meet you.
Are you the love that I can now
Roll in, relish, relax in?
And all because of the
Call me an eternal optimist.
Of course I made it home. It was a very enjoyable drive. I really liked Astoria. It’s a very, very, very small San Francisco, which makes it quaint.
Here are a few more pictures. The Sea Lions and Bald Eagle were in the Astoria Harbor. The water is the Columbia. And the big mountain is Mt Hood. Always a good day when you can see Mt Hood.
So, I watched the film: Paterson
It is about poetry, with a strong nod to William Carlos Williams.
While I was watching the movie, I was mostly not liking it.
Then about 98.5% through, there was a terrific scene. No spoiler alerts here.
Upon contemplation, I ended up thinking the movie was very good.
And I believe there is a take-away philosophical line:
You are not what you created; you are what you will create.
Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to embarrass myself, Helen looked at my profile, why? So I wrote:
What did I find at the top of the list,
This morning when I checked my view?
Somebody that always brightens my day.
Yes, Helen, dear Helen, just you.
But, of course, that didn’t win her heart. So, after a discussion we had over another pass she had received I wrote her another song. Again, no music.
Dang, this week has been nothing but a bore.
I'm going on-line and trying to score.
Urgently, there is a note in my box.
Some unknown cowboy calling me a fox.
Good tasting women. (Chorus)
Give me plenty of air.
It's my heart you're killin.
We'll make a good pair.
For sure this will put a fix to my frazzle.
A note from a cowboy, ready to dazzle.
I'm already practicing my perfect smile.
Ready for his truck to lay down the miles.
I can read how he wants me in my own bed.
But really he's talking only about my warm shed.
Where he can do his work, get out of the cold.
Here's one long distance romance that won't get old.
Here is something you don’t see every day. My camera rig (mostly myself) is challenged capturing these glorious birds. And since they (and their owners) were such great hosts, I left them a poem. Enjoy.
Title: A Starling for Kate
On the wind, soaring in the sky.
Free to hunt, free to fly.
Mastering skills hard to teach.
With each flight, extending the reach.
Flying, flying despite the weather.
Kept aloft by auburn feathers.
Even if the prey is missed.
No question returning to the fist.
A bond has been made
Too strong to fade.
Writing a great chapter
Between human and raptor.