Summer of the Innocent

I walked today and went for miles
Cultivation that calls to be routine.  

It is early morning as we circle the sun.  
Roosters announce its rising and
Other creatures follow suit.  
Cows amble to the field.
Housewives steep their pots of tea.  
There is satisfaction in the day,
Even though it is just beginning.

Labor is plenty, pantries will soon be
Full to overflowing.  
There will be no need for scrimping.
Earth is sharing what is
Rightfully hers,
But what She gives,
She does so with consistent pleasure.  

I greet the day with all the life and
Verve that is allowed one person. 
My future waits.  


Earlene Grey, nom de plume for Susan Patterson
10-2011

My good friend, Maria, told me that this poem brought memories of her childhood.  How cool is that!   I am posting this poem for Maria and all of those who appreciate and remember the rural approach to life.  

There is imagery in the verse, but there is also a question.  In the last stanza, the narrator greets the day.  Then she comments that her future waits.  Is it that she is living in the moment, and her future must wait until the beautiful summer is over?  Or, is it that her future is out there waiting any time for her to accept it, whenever she is ready?  Does it matter?   skp

Even though Susan Patterson is dressed quite warmly, this is a summer picture.  Sometimes summer weather in Oregon isn't always warm.  However, it sure is these days!

Here is Susan at the Molalla Apple Festival selling one of her books, Tom and Irma-Chronicles of the 1950's.   The book talks about growing up in a small town in the 1950's in America.  This little collection of vignettes has proven quite popular from Russia to Australia and the many places in between. 

If you would like to purchase your copy of this book for just $10, click here.  http://www.earlenegrey.com/tom-and-irma--chronicles-of-the-1950s.html  

As always, for wholesale quotes on any Earlene Grey products, please email Susan Patterson at susan@earlenegrey.com

String Theory Revisited

My reality is
Not the same as yours.
Yours is
Not the same as his.

And her reality is so far out there,
Nary a one of us
Stands in a comparable realm.  

What I might see is not
What you might understand.
What you may hear is not
What I can feel.

Your breath does not usher in
My memories.  
Touching is beyond capacity.
Comprehension, a dimension
Away.

But what, in fact, does it matter?  
Really.


Susan Patterson
04-2014
Published in Unnoticed Moments
http://www.earlenegrey.com/unnoticed-moments.html

In physics, there are always several ways to look at an object or a situation.  The universe is full of wonderfully different forms of life.  So, too, as in all creation, we humans are quite varied.  Thank goodness.  But in that vein, shall we not make a more successful attempt to come together on the critical issues that face us today?  To list a few, there is protection of the environment and of our fellow animals, universal human rights, and lest we forget, weapons control.   skp

The poem you have just listened to, String Theory Revisited,  can be found in Susan's new book, Unnoticed Moments.

We at the literary company, Earlene Grey, have just published a CD which contains twenty one of the most favorite Unnoticed Moments poems. And, they are all recorded by Susan!  This CD is really special. 

If you wish to buy this CD, simply go to the web site, www.EarleneGrey.com.  You will find it listed with Unnoticed Moments in the book section, at the link here. http://www.earlenegrey.com/unnoticed-moments.html

Your new CD is available for only $10.00.  As usual, there is no postage fee.  Order soon for best availability.  Feel free to email Susan directly at susan@earlenegrey.com if you like as well. 

The Open Opportunity

The dress fell luxuriously down, past the knee and
Onto the well rounded calf. 
It had buttons from the bottom to the top.
 
All was neatly packaged up, except one button.
For some reason it was forgotten.
Or maybe the button itself rebelled against
The containment of the beauty.

Through that single opening
One could see a glimpse of skin.
And it was that sight of beauty
That made one want to become very small,
Careen through the hole and wander shamelessly
Over the hills and valleys.

Oh, and may it always be so,
That we can have a
Glimpse of the forbidden
And know a hint of the sublime.

Earlene Grey
2004

My husband likes this poem.  I think it is a bit 'trashy-novel' like.  But, it is summer.  If one cannot be a bit trashy and fun now, then when can one be?   Hubba-hubba.  skp

Now you can listen to the new poetry found in Susan's new book, Unnoticed Moments!
We have just published a CD which contains twenty one of the most favorite Unnoticed Moments poems. Best of all, they are recorded by Susan.  Those of you who have heard Susan read her poetry, knows what a treat it is!   This CD is really special. 

If you wish to buy this CD, simply go to the web site, www.EarleneGrey.com.  You will find the it listed with Unnoticed Moments in the book section.  This new CD is available for only $10.00.  As usual, there is no postage fee.  Order soon for best availability.  Feel free to email Susan directly at susan@earlenegrey.com if you like as well. 

Best wishes for beautiful and carefree summer days!  skp

Ode to the Summer Sun

I opened the door and peeked out.
‘My God! What is that?’  
It’s only June!  Already the sun is
Here in full force.  

Bolt the doors, shutter the windows.  
Soon it will be too hot to bear.  
Hell has come to us in no uncertain terms.

When and if I go outside,
My eyes will squint shut.  
My skin will burn. Water will come out of
Places of my body that
I do not wish it to.  

Now that the sun is shining bright,
Children will frolic in the open air.
They will have to be managed.  

Workers will pound.  
Machines will whir. Odd music will intrude.   
All those sounds will have to be blocked,
Or muffled, at the very least.

It is all going to be overwhelming.
How is one to bear up under this
Season that Hades has delivered?  
I tell you, I can only grieve for our
Well-sprinkled earth as it follows
That soul poaching orb of summer.  


Susan Patterson
06-2013

This poem is tongue in cheek.  Well, most of it is.  We here in Oregon are experiencing very warm weather at this time.  Most people revel and frolic.  That is good.  There are a few, however, who prefer the more subtle temperatures, and even a bit of rain now and then.  You know, it just takes all kinds!    skp

Happy halcyon days of summer to you!    skp