Poetic Asides Games

Why I Play Games with My Kids

Our growing up years, we played lots of games:

Croquet, badminton, ball and hide and seek.

All kinds of games in yards, or woods or creek.

Indoors, we played board games with many names.

Of fun but useless skills, we made some claims.

But Mom and Dad worked hard throughout the week.

So playing games to them?—like speaking Greek.

One visit, Mom played Scrabble there with me.

Becoming such a treasured memory.

Poem Away analogue, black and white

Midnight Trek

The inky night engulfed us like a shroud.

In moonlight, soft snow glistened indigo.

Leaves danced about, while wind did softly blow.

The shifting shadows cast from ghostly cloud,

inspired my horse to whinny clear and loud.

So I spoke words of comfort, sweet and low.

We kept up through the night, taking it slow.

We reached the hospital by morning light,

not letting my friend die without a fight.

Poetic Bloomings senses with a twist

At the Picnic

Mountains sang their lovely hymn.

Singers sent tingles up our spines.

We cuddled in savory blankets.

and nibbled on fragrant tangerines,

while hamburgers and hotdogs,

lined up on the grill like soldiers,

bid us come.

PB Reikiku

Soft, cheerful guitar

Lulling ocean waves

Cool, gentle breeze

Still, small voice

Poem Away Keats Sonnet, C

Temptation Calls

The chocolate candy tempted us that day
and we were carefully avoiding it,
creating stories did distract us, so

we came forgetting it and just to play.
With corn and fish for lunch, we did admit
the candy seemed to call us loud and clear.

And a big cupcake whispered soft and low.
Its thick cream filling had a lot to say.
But cantaloupe did not tempt us a bit.

We played canoe and watched the river flow.
We used the catalogue to wish, not hear.
We cradled dolls and thought, well that was that.

Eventually, confections disappeared.
When Mom came home we blamed it on the cat.

Poetic Asides Other side

The Other Side

My sister and I were driving cross country

from Nebraska to Pennsylvania.

We weren’t going together, each driving solo.

I’d catch up with her in our hometown later.

When she was about to take off,

I said, “See ya on the other side.”

She wore a worried expression

as if I were prophesying doom.

“On the other side of the country,”

I was quick to add. 
“Pennsylvania.

See y0u in P-A.”

Poetic Blooming Body part word

Swarm

This morning

when I awoke,

a swarm

of to-dos

buzzed between

my ears.

I smiled.

I may

get to

some of them,

or not.

I turned over

and went

back to sleep.

First day

of retirement.