tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127719793731268952024-02-08T03:52:16.148-06:00The Cranky Gnomeof the NorthwoodsThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.comBlogger528125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-49786904980181041902020-02-15T08:34:00.000-06:002020-02-15T08:34:25.780-06:00Deskour children shine bright<br />
rough waters smoothed by gold hearts<br />
ready to explore<br />
<br />
<br />
petals bring pain<br />
sugar lacks sweetness to you<br />
Happy Valentine'sThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-56929507850290862012020-02-15T08:32:00.002-06:002020-02-15T08:32:50.925-06:00Cigar smoke and rain<br />
smelling your hair as we walk<br />
Memories of usThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-62268116919924004372020-02-15T08:30:00.001-06:002020-02-15T08:30:51.965-06:00waves of tin clouds break<br />
riding with me in darkness<br />
we sail on moonlightThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-37742774175273765502020-02-15T08:29:00.003-06:002020-02-15T08:29:52.988-06:00sweaty summer light<br />
we're dancing at a crossroads<br />
startled by corvidsThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-293986465903132502020-02-15T08:28:00.001-06:002020-02-15T08:28:14.193-06:00sitting in suns sound<br />
I watch leaves change into fall<br />
Smelling go Kart fumesThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-66109361855007617992020-02-15T08:26:00.001-06:002020-02-15T08:26:28.498-06:00looking through white light<br />
even windows weep in winter<br />
Solstice season bluesThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-28036899971980181802020-02-15T08:25:00.003-06:002020-02-15T08:25:45.671-06:00re plaid starts to fade<br />
winter covering my beard<br />
brown boots start to squealThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-46097389860786813492020-02-15T08:24:00.000-06:002020-02-15T08:24:08.069-06:00locked in a circle<br />
sunlight over small mountains<br />
a broken cookieThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-51701492229503118382020-02-15T08:23:00.001-06:002020-02-15T08:23:02.485-06:00a haiku stalking<br />
I feel snow on m windshield<br />
silent words still waitThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-49164107606486268202020-02-15T08:22:00.001-06:002020-02-15T08:22:16.214-06:00thinking of past words<br />
we drive through moon beams blue light<br />
tomorrows snow waitsThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-70375585021564674282020-02-15T08:21:00.001-06:002020-02-15T08:21:13.767-06:00Cold seeps into bones<br />
with winds pushing snow deeper<br />
wrapped in loves blanketThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-84460928768203839252019-09-12T18:12:00.003-05:002019-09-12T18:12:52.777-05:00blue rusty rings drip<br />
cold wind on my face whispers<br />
waiting to departThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-13183837680220024632019-09-12T18:11:00.003-05:002019-09-12T18:11:45.665-05:00soupy golden light<br />
drapes over old grass and paint<br />
fire hydrant bluesThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-15894564069256564352019-09-12T18:09:00.003-05:002019-09-12T18:09:42.312-05:00Wrestling with rain<br />
my thoughts scatter in grey light<br />
water explodingThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-70958202512409366472019-09-09T18:34:00.002-05:002019-09-09T18:34:25.584-05:00windows full of rain<br />
purposefully suffering<br />
every heart a sunThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-86572483971413037732019-09-09T18:33:00.000-05:002019-09-09T18:33:22.287-05:00<br />
false stars in sable<br />
wetly glitter on steel rails<br />
bound by positionThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-17436380699347065882019-09-08T13:46:00.001-05:002019-09-08T13:46:06.248-05:00red under wet green<br />
summer's colors slip away<br />
willows are weepingThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-21616498155060895062019-09-04T17:42:00.001-05:002019-09-04T17:42:13.390-05:00smell of wet pavement<br />
thin whispy clouds speed on by<br />
courtyard of metalThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-78190675577889491952019-09-04T17:41:00.001-05:002019-09-04T17:41:11.206-05:00wind and water sing<br />
as we walk along red shores<br />
looking for hag stonesThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-92127578328484215942019-09-04T17:40:00.001-05:002019-09-04T17:40:34.078-05:00Following unheard<br />
a song of river and stone<br />
visiting spiderThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-18778844881546464522018-10-26T16:48:00.001-05:002018-10-26T16:48:08.581-05:00If I were to paint fall<br />
<br />
I would start with the sumac's<br />
bright reds from green<br />
<br />
then the aspen or poplar<br />
short yellow brush strokes<br />
<br />
I would paint the raspberries<br />
with deep saturated purples<br />
<br />
and apples would be sharp<br />
crisp strokes of red<br />
<br />
but how would I paint<br />
the smell of dead leaves<br />
<br />
or the oak trees<br />
clingy greedy orange<br />
<br />
how could I paint the<br />
loneliness of bare limbs<br />
<br />
in the end, the canvas<br />
would be as it started<br />
<br />
WhiteThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-88735231084269136422018-10-26T16:41:00.002-05:002018-10-26T16:41:21.298-05:00red orbs in dry leaves<br />
<br />
soft from a summer of growth<br />
<br />
each carries life<br />
each carries deathThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-13442118630939052432018-10-26T16:40:00.001-05:002018-10-26T16:40:13.391-05:00Every morning I wake<br />
Heels hurting with<br />
new steps<br />
<br />
To the bathroom<br />
to the shower<br />
top the Kitchen<br />
<br />
I drive in darkness<br />
Looking at the moon<br />
I watch her chase stars<br />
<br />
Over old man river<br />
I drive feeling it<br />
tug on my soul<br />
<br />
To the FactoryThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-66250557551373793372018-10-26T16:37:00.002-05:002018-10-26T16:49:52.299-05:00Walking into the smell of fall<br />
<br />
White tail booty calls<br />
scratched into the earth<br />
leaves rattle as we shuffle<br />
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<br />
Walking into the smell of fall<br />
summer shapes litter<br />
slowly descending in sunlight<br />
<br />
trees frame gravel<br />
<br />
talking past and present<br />
thin souls feeling ground<br />
up hill and down<br />
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<br />
Yesterday we went for a walk<br />
dressed as Medieval pilgrims<br />
talking about what they may of done<br />
<br />
feeling the earth beneath us<br />
on thin soles<br />
<br />
we walked into the bright colors<br />
with light and wind all around<br />
<br />
trails zigged and zagged<br />
all on a camp ground<br />
____________<br />
<br />
Haiku<br />
<br />
Walking into fall<br />
one by one shuffling leaves<br />
my foot is hurtingThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212771979373126895.post-27436192873385389672018-10-26T16:30:00.000-05:002018-10-26T16:30:04.070-05:00surrounded by sound<br />
thinking on poems<br />
enjoying their laughterThe Cranky Gnomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176099112339019184noreply@blogger.com0