RUBY JAND'S POEMS

  A nod to A A Milne Let it rain who cares? I have a balcony with fresh Air. The rain falls and spatters, and nothing else Matters than this darkening evening when Everything is Refreshing after sultry heat, can’t be Beat, the air so Sweet. The breeze Eases the soul, as does the wine, so Fine, to sit here on the balcony seeing the Greenery, the solid grey sky, I almost feel High, in deep harmony with everything I love, the sky Above and a calmness which I seldom feel but now the world is Real, it’s around me, the sound of the rain surrounds Me. Let it rain, who cares? I have a bed Upstairs, or actually on the other side of the flat from where I’m At, on the balcony with rain and wine, but I want to go to go to bed, now while it’s raining. Sometimes life can be Benign.   28 June 2024  

    I Moved His Photo I moved his photo from the hall where it had stood on a table in front of his self-portrait on the Wall with his ring, the program from his funeral, a tiffany lamp and flowers in a vase. I saw his Face every time I passed the photo in the hall, then I stopped looking every time, then less, then not at All. One day I took off my ring and put it with his, It’s not a wedding Ring Nor is his. They are married-twenty-five-years- so-we’ll-probably-stick-together Rings. I still have the mark on my finger. It will no doubt Linger. I talked to his photo every day. Good morning, sweetie. Bye, Sweetie. I’m going to the library, Sweetie. Sometimes I’d kiss it, pick it up and hug it, or just touch it. Then not so much. Life takes over. Life goes on. Sometimes I was surprised to see the the photo there, to see this shrine to the man I was married to. For more than fifty years I was a wife, then I was – am – a widow, Such strang...

  Writing Poems It seems I’m writing poems. So bizarre. So Far I’ve written eight, often Late in the evening after drinking Whisky or wine and Thinking profound (not really) thoughts, but sometimes, like now, I wonder How can I do this? I don’t even like poetry. Not usually anyway. But what can I Say? I’m doing it. And then I wonder What In the world I’m going to do with them? I’ve posted some on FB and my friends have been kind and clicked on like but What Is the point? There is no Point. I just do it. I still want to share but Where? I could vanity publish but no one buys poetry and it’s quite a cost for books that would quickly be Lost among my stacks of unbought books. Oh yes, here’s a thought. I’ll start a new blog, I already have Two so it should be easy. Hurrah for Poetry. So with aplomb I invite you to visit rubyspoetry@blogspot.com