UNINVITED SUBJECTS

Uninvited? That means these are subjects that have no purpose or reason. Random......not planned.

My previous post was too long, and yet I didn't say enough. I often exhaust myself with these cursed, endless medical woes.

( I think) I have another doctor appointment this week - - with a dermatological surgeon in Cookeville. I'm extremely apprehensive. I have no optimism nor any faith. I always expect various variations of doom.

Change of Subject

Rain and thunderstorms here every day. Today a friend in California told me they haven't had rain in five months. I should send her some.

Change of Thoughts

I was unnerved recently when word somehow got around here that I have two published poetry books. I didn't exactly want to proclaim that accomplishment.

Several people ordered my books and had me sign them. Good Gawd, I'm a bedridden quasi- celebrity. Tonight one of the nurses came in with my books to sign.

In the children's book I wrote the sentiment "keeping childhood in our hearts." It's true. We should never abandon our days as children.

I had fun writing this. I "designed" the cover and chose the illustrations, which are mostly from vintage images.

Here's the opening poems:

NIGHT

Night is the time

between dusk and dawn

when the world is dark

and the hours are long,

when a creamy moon rises

above the tall trees

and wise old owls

whoo-hoot in the breeze,

when the leaves on the trees

softly rustle and sway

and almost seem

to have something to say,

when the stars far above

twinkle and glow

while the shadowy earth

drowses way down below.

Night is the time

when cats like to prowl

and moths like to flutter

and wolves start to howl,

while crickets are chirping

by the banks of a creek

and bats fly about

in the sky as they squeak.

Night is when shadows

will lurk in your room

and silence will listen

in the gathering gloom

and outside your window

the night creatures creep

while dreams come to visit

as you peacefully sleep.

SOMETHING

But suddenly something

jolts you awake.

What could it be

for goodness sake?

Was it the wind

as it whisked past the house

or was it the feet

of a scurrying mouse?

Was it a creature

outside in the gloom,

or did the sound come

from the midst of your room?

Could it have come

from the dark closet door,

or from under your bed

with the dust on the floor?

Or maybe the sound that you heard

wasn't there - - 

and is only a dream

that gave you a scare.

My other book "Love Letters to Ghosts" is a collection of my previously published poetry, mostly written when I was in my early twenties. Ghosts of my past....Many of these poems are inspired by true incidents in my life.

Little known fact - - -

Two of these poems were banned by the Poet Society for being offensive. They don't contain anything obscene, but the subject matter was (at that time)...... rather unnerving.....an erotic midnight encounter with a priest on the altar of the church.

(remember, my poetry is based on true incidents)

Well, now I shocked the innocent church ladies who read my blog. I apologize. When I was young and wild (and drunk) I had innumerable adventures. I did things that would make Satan blush.

Nowadays, I'm pure and innocent as the.......wind - driven snow.....

(paperback books available at Amazon)

Let's change the subject, shall we?

Recently, I bought another item to add to my collection of Medieval crosses.

This Medieval cross is from the 13th century. I got it from my archaeologist friend Mykola who lives in Ukraine.

The cross is made of bronze and glass. In the Medieval era, if they didn't have jewels, glass was used. This cross was professionally cleaned and the glass is well preserved.

Most of these crosses were made in monasteries.

Jon, 😇 poetic

and almost unblemished