February 11, 2023
HIS
DESK – HIS DRUM
His desk became a drum –
tapping it – tap tap – with
the tips of his fingers – but
what he really wanted was
to come up with a poem –
that does what a primitive
drum does – music, a beat,
getting the spirit in a reader
dancing – moving – wandering
and wondering - the new. Tap.
Type. To get that sound out from
under your sleeping inner, inner self.
Tap, tap, tap and running with it.
© Reflections,
Andy Costello
February 10, 2023
Every day has its moments – its twists and turns.
We give them times and moments – days and years -
so we can be able to label them when different things
happen – not just
for history – but for talking about our
lives. What’s happening?
When? When? When?
When I was 11 years old – my dad took me to Portland …..
Last year - I think
it was last year – it was in the summer –
I ran into Archie. I hadn’t seen him since our Coney Island
days….
She dropped me – just like that – I didn’t see it coming –
and
the hurt is still there – rubbing me like sandpaper for a
year now….
I’ve been happy thinking about the time I got to Estonia ….
Always like a chocolate shake and a Big Mac ….
Thanks to Raymond Macintosh I learned how to play chess ….
Miss not reading the Washington Post every morning ….
Try to say the Rosary prayer every day ….
© Reflections,
Andy Costello
February 9. 2023
POST CARDS
Post
cards – like baseball bubble gum cards –
seem
to have sticking around – long lasting value.
We
find them in books and letter box collections.
The
messages on the back don’t seem to have
the mystery of letters – especially relationship letters.
Letters
can be glued closed and sealed. Post cards
can be
read on the sneak. Then there is the picture
on the
post card – often telling us where the sender
is visiting
on a vacation: Rome, Vienna, Niagara Falls.
Life: words,
pictures, trips. Where have you been?
© Reflections, Andy Costello
February 8, 2023
ABOUT TIME
10,000 flies and 150,000 butterflies
saw it – but never said it - when they
saw a plane – take off and fly for the
first time. “About
time! We’ve been
doing that all these years.” But I’m
willing to bet Wilbur or Orville got
that thought when a fly landed on
their plans some summer day or
a butterfly flew by them in Dayton.
© Reflections,
Andy Costello
