Thursday, September 20, 2018

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.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

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.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

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.

Monday, September 17, 2018

PB Reikiku

Soft, cheerful guitar
Lulling ocean waves
Cool, gentle breeze
Still, small voice

Sunday, September 16, 2018

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.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

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. 
See y0u in P-A.”

Friday, September 14, 2018

Poetic Blooming Body part word


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.