Thursday, October 1, 2020

PAD 29 Poetic Bloomings winner or loser

A Winner

It’s easy to feel like a loser

when you rarely win

at sporting events,

various contests or

even charity raffles.

But if you improve

in areas of your life

you are a winner.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

PAD 28 Poetic Bloomings shower

When it rains in Southwest Colorado,
more thanksgiving rises to God
than it does on Thanksgiving Day.

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

PAD 27 Poetic Bloomings Beach words


L otion  slathered on pale skin. Pail

A nd shovel tucked under the beach

U mbrella. Flippers, snorkel

G oggles, underwater camera.

H orizon only filled with clouds and sea

Monday, September 28, 2020

PAD 26 Poetic Bloomings cook out

Cookout Back Then

I’d love to have an old time wiener roast
like we had when I was a kid.
We started early hunting green sticks in the woods.
Building a place for the fire with stones all around.
Inviting the whole neighborhood.
Hotdogs, hamburgers, buns, condiments
Potato salad, macaroni salad, pickled eggs
Cookies, chips, maybe a pie or cake or two
Marshmallows which we’d burn black.
We’d play badminton and soft ball
Hide and seek and sardines.
Later, we’d bring out the guitar
and we’d sing all those old camp songs
until the fire smoldered and went out.

Sunday, September 27, 2020

PAD 25 Poetic Bloomings actor

Mel Gibson

His lethal weapon
was his alluring blue eyes,
slaying hearts worldwide.

Saturday, September 26, 2020

PAD 24 Poetic Bloomings Food Court

Chicken Curry and Rice

Who ever thought of curry and rice?
Could they imagine it would be my vice,
at a food court in a shopping mall,
surrounded by people ignoring all
to savor the chicken and flavorful curry,
as they’d saunter by in no hurry?
Would they every think it would be such a hit?
That I would devour it to the last bitty bit?

Friday, September 25, 2020

PAD 23 Poetic Blooming birthday tribute

Happy Birthday, Vanessa!

It’s your sixtieth. We’ll gather around with cake and ice cream,
but you won’t be here. We’ll describe how you started
celebrating your birthday in June when it was in August.
How you started celebrating Christmas in September.
Your excitement about those holidays and life itself.
How you were ecstatic when greeting someone as if
each person you met was the most important in the world.
We’ll remember your belly laugh and how it delighted us.
And that wide contagious smile that lit up the room.
We’ll remember how you liked to tease and playfully punch
and after you watched Rocky movies we’d have to look out.
We can imagine you leaping about with no wheel chair
and spilling out sixty years-worth of words you couldn’t verbalize.
We miss you, Vanessa, till we meet again.