Glen Kappy

Gold Star - 12,256 Points (June 30,1948 / New York, NY USA)

Semi-Retired In Early Spring - Poem by Glen Kappy

A Monday morning. Early spring.
No work today—nor worries.
Setting out to walk three errands
he is greeted by a house finch singing.

He doesn't try to spot the bird
but if he's like the one
he saw the other day
he knows he sports a crimson bib.

There are other birds—
the pleasant medley of their sounds
their flight against the blue
fill out his first impressions.

The forecast got it right—
it is clear and calm indeed—
the sun a welcome friend
in cool that makes a walk a pleasure.

On the street before the library
wisteria! —and maybe lilac too—
their sweetness waking up
his drowsing sense of smell.

The items that he carried now dropped off
he heads to get his sisters birthday cards—
a rare exchange of greetings he forgot last year
so this year he is starting early.

He scans then opens cards in this familiar store.
Before too long—success! And with two cards
steps over to the counter where a new girl waits.
He registers she's early college age

and slim and tall—brunette and beautiful—
before her smile—so broad and unaffected—
turns him to a boy—a flutter in his belly
and deliberate with his words so he won't stammer.

Lastly to the co-op just a few doors down
and now back up the hill and musing
this a day to make him want to write a poem—
with all it stirs and all it brings a poem in itself.

Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, beauty, birds, poem, poetry, retirement, spring

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about Semi-Retired In Early Spring by Glen Kappy

  • Seamus O' Brian (4/15/2017 2:42:00 PM)

    Glen, I've read this piece a few times, and I find that in the midst of the normal activity of a routine day, there is hidden truth about time itself and the passing of the seasons of life. The forgetting of birthday cards, the encounter of beauty that produces a response beyond the realm of age, the ability to appreciate the simple beauty of foliage and birds that the hectic nature of life usually robs from us- - these threads weave a deeper narrative that life transcends seasons. Intriguing piece, Glen. Bravo! (Report) Reply

    Glen Kappy Glen Kappy (4/15/2017 6:00:00 PM)

    wow, neal, thank you first for reading the poem and then for your substantial response. i've had days and times like this before, but this time i went for it just giving the narrative of what happened and hoping it would speak to others- poets especially who see/feel the beauty but don't know what to write. glad you liked it. -glen

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  • Susan Williams (3/31/2017 4:37:00 PM)

    That was sweet! The retired spend a lot of their day making their every day chores last longer- -by walking instead of driving... and then they find extra benefits from walking- - health and fitness, a sense of community developing, by getting to know the fellow neighbors and clerks in the stores. Very nicely done. (Report) Reply

    Glen Kappy Glen Kappy (4/1/2017 8:53:00 AM)

    thank you, susan. so much of what i've written has come from walking- either directly from observation or somehow stirred from the activity. -glen

  • Laurie Van Der Hart (3/29/2017 2:27:00 PM)

    This is a lovely little cameo from your life, Glen. Would loved to have smelled the wisteria and seen the cards you bought... So the pretty girl made your heart flutter? ! It's because you apprciate all kinds of beauty. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

    Glen Kappy Glen Kappy (3/29/2017 9:18:00 PM)

    thanks for checking it out, laurie, and for your kind words. ah spring! the world is charged with the grandeur of God. -glen

  • Spock The Vegan (3/28/2017 9:21:00 AM)

    Retirement is great. Lots of time to read a write poems. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Glen Kappy Glen Kappy (3/28/2017 10:39:00 AM)

    and thanks for taking the tine to read and comment. and thanks for your byline- it makes me chuckle. glen kappy

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2017

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