Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Wasn’t Obama the questionable recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize shortly after inauguration, having done nothing for peace but to talk about negotiation and discussion being the preferred means by which to end the greatest and deepest conflicts. Well he didn’t close down Guantanamo Bay detention camp. And he did authorize the bullets that took down Saddam Hussein. Now, Britain and USA are in geographical and philosophical positions at Syria’s doorstep to launch an attack, ostensibly to punish Bashar Hafez al-Assad for using chemical attacks on innocents in his own country. UN inspectors have been allowed to conduct an investigation but it has not been completed. The UN wants more time.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Young Then Old
by RON UNRUH, © 2013
Slow to wake, frisky in bed,
in bed slumber waited its turn.
Swift to bed, eager to read,
in bed frolic forfeits its turn.
Turns settled by one individual
once ageless, then antique
can’t help what is happening.
Same individual nonetheless loving,
drives throttled down over time.
Identical person at stages in time,
Living choices affected by life,
Uneasily coping with life’s limitations,
Settling for what time controls.
What’s done is done, what’s ahead, who knows.
Then old men dream dreams
and young men see visions,
so the statement goes.
Once merely verse, seen now as prophetic
The older one now fully knows.
ONE GREAT SUMMER OVER
BY RON UNRUH, © 2013
Unusual summer for this coast
atypical heat and thirsty soil.
Rain gear stored, we don’t complain
We rather sear and boil.
Forecasted rain is on its way
Damp and melancholy skies return
Donning macs and umbrellas
Dry our somber concern.
Winter months are sodden snowless
Incessant rains beat unending song
darkness staged with supper hour
black mornings for too long.
In cyclical rhythm seasons pass
From dormant seeds new vegetation
Everywhere the sounds of springtime
A morning drive
top down and airy
we both love sunshine.
Off we go
across Golden Ears Bridge passed eagles
to lakes unseen til now
walking beaches with sandled feet
along paths where bear warnings turn us back.
We pause at Stave Lake power house
watching water convert to power
for homes we pass as we drive back
at last to dine atop
the Boathouse on the ocean shore
until the sun has set and sleep comes later
closing the day that marked
our 46th anniversary.
BACKGROUND: Christine and I celebrated our 46th Wedding Anniversary by driving the MX4 Miata top down in the sun across Golden Ears Bridge to Dewdney Trunk Rd where we visited Whonnock Lake and the Stave Falls Dam and Power Plant and came home via Mission Bridge thru Fort Langley, and then to an evening roof top dinner at the Boathouse Restaurant in White Rock.
FORTY-SIX YEARS AND COUNTING
Under an arbor we once stood with roses
Hanging overhead, her arm through mine, smiling
As cameras clicked to lock in time our poses,
On the day we said we do.
I bring morning coffee as she lies dreaming.
I turn to leave as she wakes with smiling eyes,
These forty-six years later she’s still beaming
Looking forward to our day.
Under an arbor we stand in warm embrace,
So much that’s different, so much that’s the same.
I see without effort the love in her face,
Both consider ourselves blessed.
By Ron Unruh, August 12, 2013, © 2013