This October First
Thirteen years of daily poems
Nearing five-thousand
Monday, October 9, 2017
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Couplets
Preparation
Feeling a bit crazed
As I’m counting the days.
Soon we’ll take a trip,
Trying not to flip.
Got so much to do,
Will I make it through?
Just have to put one
foot before the other.
No need to be crying for
my mother.
7 Slow Start
Morning Write
My toes are cold,
My fingers, too.
My nose runs.
Are my lips blue?
I need a robe
And a pair of socks,
And a little umph
To quit this box.
Friday, October 6, 2017
Gnomes Sijo
The autumn leaves of my mesquite
hang golden like kings’ crowns.
Though beautiful, they
signal snow will soon fall, and I brace myself.
I resolve to enjoy the
cheery colors while they last.
Poetic Asides Recognition
Recognition
When my husband had a
stroke,
our host home client
stayed in respite care.
Three weeks later, I
picked him up
and we drove the 75 miles
to visit
Hubby in the rehab
center.
Hubby was in bed when we
walked in.
I thought our guy would
be happy,
but he didn’t seem to
recognize him.
Hubby got out of bed and
wheeled
to the table in the
dining room.
We talked about his
therapies.
After a few minutes, the
light went on
in the childlike man’s
eyes.
He lunged toward his
caregiver.
Recognition.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Acrostic
Clutter
C ollection of what have
yous
L etting the dust settle
on them
U seless but sentimental
value
T ime to give some away
T ime to trash some
E xcept how can I get
R id of stuff with
meaning?
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