Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Monday, July 1, 2024

Saturday, April 25, 2020

Ganas




Yesterday's easy task,
—a bother to do—
—important to do—
remains undone.
Yesterday's task,
—yet more difficult today—
—yet more important tomorrow—
Dismay.
Task has grown.
I have withered.

Ganas
Bob Komives


Fort Collins © 2012 :: Ganas :: 0704

Friday, August 26, 2016

Before

Before his invention, before her inspiration, before they saved humankind, rescued our fauna and flora, freed our spirit and body from misery, before this glorious history, before all this came their floundering, their flailing, their drifting from dreams dreamt to dreams lost, from past failure to again failing. Before fame, before success, lonely toil, dogged quest.
Before
Bob Komives

                          Fort Collins (c) 2016 :: Before :: 1607

 

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Light and Shaded Errands


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I remember how pleasurable it once felt
to work all day in the heat
and, at day's end, feel
a satisfied weariness, 
those soothingly-sore muscles,
my self-righteous thirst. 
Today, 
it took but an hour to get there 
and, once there, 
to search for that lost pleasure
and those hidden adjectives.
Ah, but tomorrow all day,
I shall find pleasure
in light and shaded errands.



 

 
Light and Shaded Errands
Bob Komives











                          Fort Collins (c) 2016 :: Light and Shaded Errands :: 1605

 

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Renovation




 
Renovation
Bob Komives





Hammer, pound, ten-penny nail.
 
Board
cut  
paint
pail.
Pipe
fitting
duct
tape.
Dust
plaster
undo
make.
Muscle
finesse
precision
eye.
Lift
pull
screw
pry.
Order
mess
disorder
clean.
Count
draw
stand
lean.
Nuts
bits
apron
gloves.
Callous
cuts
nudge
shove.
 
End today, tomorrow again.
 
Crosscut
rip
break
mend.
Strip wire
wind tight.
Black to black,
white to white.
 
Climb ladder, two-by-four.
 
Crowbar
pencil
chisel
door.
Hangers
drivers
inches
pound.
Levels
bevels
squares
round.
Eight-penny
too many
too short
too long.
 
Measure twice; remember wrong.
 
Joist
hoist
tacky
dry.
Smooth
moist
give-up
try.
To frame
and sheathe
to trim
and bend.
 
Length to width to end again.



Bob Komives :: Fort Collins © 2002 :: Renovation ::0215

Monday, June 7, 2010

Inebriation By Optimism


featured in the book Good Day with the art of Gale Whitman




There was to be mist and then sunshine.
but we worked dry all day under cloud.
All morning
we seeded hope's anticipation.
After noon,
weeded patches of doubt.
They predict no rain for tomorrow;
we may stand dry again without sun.
Yet, as we relax together this evening
(weary and worried for our work)
we sip from good harvest past.
We rise in lightness and confidence.
We speak of sun and rainfall to come.
With few hours to enjoy before sleeping,
inebriation by optimism has begun.

Inebriation by Optimism
Bob Komives


Fort Collins :: (c) 2001 :: 0104