October 28, 2010

Look Up













Look Up

By John R. Greenwood

I wrote this poem minutes after my

pre-coffee hunting trip

in search of the elusive newspaper.

I pause for a moment and look up.


Autumn sky

Moonlit and quiet

Star-speckled and fresh

Injected with train sounds

Chugging strong in the distance


Cars pass slowly

Their lights spraying

Naked maples and

Scant oaks with

Left over leaves

Desperately clinging on


The smell of fall

Falling away with

Winter whispering

In the hills

Not so far away


I stop and stare

Neck tilted back

Like an old-man Pez dispenser


I soak it in

Lung, sight, and mind

Take the time

To look up


J.R.G.10.28.10


October 21, 2010

Porch Pieces

















Porch Peace

By John R.Greenwood


Each porch step up

A story to tell

Of lives and loves from

The world that surrounds


Friends stop by and whisper

Did you know? Did you hear?

Porch simple moments

Unchanged through the years


The neighbor's new Chevy

A lost wallet is found

An upcoming wedding

The old barn that burned down


Boys perched on railings

Swinging their feet

Dad hikes up his work pants

That droop in the heat


On the paint worn top step

Giggling girls squished together

As if joined at the hip

Like birds of a feather


Women in blue dresses

Red petunias in clay pots

Babies in playpens

Sleeping or not


Visions of porches

Today or yet to be

Provide a little haven

That's safe for you and me


I wrote this poem for "Porch Pieces" - Artist Bryony Graham's living sculpture.


J.R.G.9.11.10


Maple-Wind













Maple-Wind
By John R. Greenwood
Maple-wind
Blue and high
Waving leaf
Golden sky

Autumn song
Swaying tree
Upright brother to
A standing sea

Quiet silence
Fills the air
Heart and mind
I stop and stare

J.R.G.10.10.10