Tag Archives: triolet

“No Bed, Grandpa”

Visiting at my daughter’s home in Denver recently, tensions always rose each night when the time for the twins’ bedtime approached.

And although they seem to be starting to adjust to their ‘plight’ each night, one or the other still seems to ‘fight’ going to bed, in her own way.

Grabbing a blanket and holding close to a chair, a strong defense of crying is applied in rhythmic surges toward the rule ‘enforcers’…. in hopes of weakening their demands….and of course, to no avail.  In the end, though, they both got serenaded to sleep by grandpa.

 

“No Bed, Grandpa”

In stare through moistened, reddened eyes
having wiped away her tears,
she sends her ‘arrows’ in disguise
in stare through moistened, reddened eyes.
They pierce the heart not by surprise
with sweetened vengeance that coheres
in stare through moistened, reddened eyes
having wiped away her tears.

Holding her blanket against her cheek
leaning against the chair,
she glares defiantly; her eyes bespeak.
holding her blanket against her cheek.
My heart is wavering in heightened beat,
still captured by her stare
holding her blanket against her cheek
leaning against the chair.

Saying ‘I love you’ with poignant heart,
I let my ‘arrows’ fly,
whose sting doth make my love impart
saying ‘I love you’ with poignant heart.
“No bed, grandpa,” is the difficult part
in the tears of a four year old’s cry….
saying ‘I love you’ with poignant heart,
I let my ‘arrows’ fly.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

Advertisements

2 Comments

Filed under beauty, Friends, heart, kids, Life, Love, poetry, triolets, young girls

The Leprechaun of C-2

Years after I was in retail and taught at the university, my wife, who was an executive secretary for a local car manufacturer, wanted me to come and work in a factory at then a ‘starting to get old’ age.  Although I told her that I didn’t know that much about cars, I nevertheless took the tests and exams, passed them to my surprise, and became a UAW autoworker…..who would ever believe it?

The only thing I am going to say about the job is that a little light-hearted amusement (to some) was permitted to break the seriousness of the job and one light-hearted issue was being ‘tagged’ by someone…..a sticky note placed on a person’s back, unknowingly and sneakily, not really to ridicule them, but to just poke a little fun, at everyone’s expense.  In time, the practice seemed to ‘die’ out except for one older guy named Dave…he was smooth and ingenious about it and the most entertaining because he was a jovial, nice person.  I called him ‘The Leprechaun of C-2.’   (C 2 represents a department in Chassis).

The Leprechaun of C-2

He stalks his prey, every night, each day
with shrewdness, as he walks the line.
And it’s best beware, if you don’t want to wear
on your back, the leprechaun’s sign.

From afar you can see what you think might be
his approach on an unsuspecting soul,
as he moves from a blind and strikes from behind,
with his ‘mark’ on the back of his foe.

Who is it this night who’ll be caught in his sight
and be “tagged” by the Leprechaun’s wit…
as they innocently work while the Leprechaun lurks
with a sign that will soon find a fit?

Who next will it be that the Leprechaun sees
for he cautiously ponders his move?
He’ll first find a blind to hide down beside,
before he strikes with a move that is smooth.

Each group has its foe, as many of us know,
and it’s the swift, crafty Leprechaun of C-2
who, in his own way, brings excitement, each day
when the doldrums set in like the flu.

We take it in stride, though many of us hide,
from the wrath of his pondering eye.
Never to know from what direction the blow
of the ‘tag’ will inevitably arrive.

But if it happens to be that you’re chosen to be
the selected one “out-of-the-blue,”
turn with a smile and hide the  beguile
you’ve been ‘tagged’ by the Leprechaun of C-2.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

4 Comments

Filed under Lelprechaun

Lincoln said…

Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President of these United States and, arguably, our best.  One of his shining moments was on the battlefield at Gettysburg, PA.

Lincoln said

“Fourscore and seven years ago….
our fathers brought forth a new nation,” Lincoln said,
to the gathering on the battlefield who heard him flow
“Fourscore and seven years ago..”
Gettysburg was a Union victory and a crucial blow,
though for thousands of blue and grey, a final bed.
“Fourscore and seven years ago….
our fathers brought forth a new nation,” Lincoln said.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

Leave a comment

Filed under Lincoln, poetry

Stoney Creek

Looking at some old photos the other day, back when I lived up in Alaska, one picture brought to mind the time a friend and I spotted a baby moose in a thicket off to our right, after coming off a sandbar in the river.  As we headed into the dense woods, we stopped in our tracks when we heard the snort of the mother moose before we saw her ahead of us, partially camouflaged, turning her head a hard left and back, staring intently at us.

The ground started shaking and……..well, I’ll fill you in on the rest of that story in a later post.  Another danger that lurks in the outdoors and is always a threat is lightning and wind.

Stoney Creek

Up on the river near Stony Creek,
up where the river bends,
we camped in weather cold and bleak
up on the river near Stony Creek.
All night, lightning struck trees at their peak;
bringing many of them to their ends
Up on the river near Stony Creek,
up where the river bends.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

3 Comments

Filed under poetry

Late Summer Day

With the advent of winter and the freshness of declining temperatures, it is easy to dream of not so long ago when the puffy cloud skies spewed forth warm temperatures and dreams of a different nature.  So why not still be mesmerized by those summer days of past to keep us warmer,  a little longer.  Think happy.  Think warm.

Late Summer Day

Big sky, puffy clouds, monarch butterflies;
Cattail clustering along the river shore.
Birds all a frenzy blend in their summer cries;
Big sky, puffy clouds, monarch butterflies.
In the distance, darkened clouds bring forth stormy skies
with lightning strikes and thunder clasps, then suddenly no more
Big sky, puffy clouds, monarch butterflies;
Cattail clustering along the river shore.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry, triolets

Through the Windows of an Amtrak train

While waiting for the California Zephyr out on the platform recently, I thought back at some of the trips taken previously over the same stretch of track and wondered why I never get tired of the trip.  In fact, I always get excited anticipating the moment.  The truth must be that we never get tired or bored with the things we truly love………no matter what that might encompass.  That doesn’t mean, I don’t think, that because we are bored with something,  that we don’t love it.  I hope not.

But anyway, I also wrote this quick little triolet.  Hope your travels are happy ones.

 Through the Windows of an Amtrak Train

Through the windows of an Amtrak train
you can see America come alive.
You might see a snowstorm, tornado or just rain
through the windows of an Amtrak train.
Going through towns, over rivers, you might see a plane –
for sure, a Wal-Mart and MacDonald’s when you arrive.
Through the windows of an Amtrak train
you can see America come alive.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

1 Comment

Filed under Amtrak, trains

First-Born

This time of year invokes, for many, memories closest and dearest to their hearts,  and the memory of the moment of my first-born always tops the list.  Happy, healthy times to all this holiday season.

First-Born

For the angel that whispered in my ear
said ‘Today a father you will be.’
Startled, I turned and eyed a mirror
for the angel that whispered in my ear.
We named our first-born Amy and with a tear
each October fourth I steal a look to see
for the angel that whispered in my ear
said ‘Today a father you will be.’

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

Leave a comment

Filed under crafts