I was prowling my new office this afternoon (10/24/17), moving into my wife's half of the large room. There is, of course a divider, a large chest, cabinet, piece of furniture that marks the boundary between mine and hers. So to speak. In any case I was in her half when I discovered a copy of the book, "Take Me Too Your Feeder," that my son, Michael, and I had created together. He selected poems from my first two books, then illustrated them, 51 poems all together, or at least 51 pages. Several poems take several pages. I read the book. I wish we could do another one together, for I think this one is good, in the Biblical sense that I mentioned in an earlier entry. Illustrations and verses come together perfectly. Well, so it seems to me. What I liked about the verses was the delight in capturing an image or idea in a brief, pithy, dare I say, form with rhyme and some rhythm. I wanted to write more.
For example, every late morning for the past month when I have gone down to the mailbox to get my Herald Leader paper, I would walk on past the mailbox down to number 2 Fairway where there is a "Heavenly Blue," its real name, morning glory climbing up and around their mailbox and profuse in its blooming flowers. The plant did that last summer too. On one day about a week ago, I counted 43 blooms. The Heavenly Blue flowers are much larger than the average morning glory blooms and the color is aptly named, the blue is exquisite, like the sky at times, heavenly. The only way I know it belongs to a fallen world is that many leaves are full of holes, bug eaten presumably. Look how many works it took for me to stumble through this explanation. Too many words. I want a pithy phone poem. Alas! 4 lines; 8 at the most. Flower and sky, mailbox, plenitude, abundant beauty. White centers with little black bugs. Star veins. 5. "Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney sweepers, come to dust." That Shakespeare! Well. At Burpee.com there are images. I couldn't copy them with my device. Alas. (10/24/17; a Tuesday). Anyone could buy them. Wow.