Sunday, April 23, 2017

PAD 6 sound rispetto

Springtime Sound

The mower sounds its grumble growl
Now near, now far, it stutters, stops
Reminding me it’s springtime now
The added work, my spirit drops
Persistent rumble fills my brain
It’s time to mow the lawn again
The air is sweet, fresh smells are great

But it’s the yardwork that I hate

Saturday, April 22, 2017

PAD 6 sounds nonet

Fame and Fortune

Once I had to work at McDonald’s. 
I cashiered, swept the dining room,
Washed pots, poured pop, made french-fries.
I still know two ounces.
When fries hit the grease
Sounds like applause.
On-stage dreams.
Yay me!
Star.

Friday, April 21, 2017

PAD 6 sounds

Refrigerator Ghosts

My refrigerator is haunted.
Maybe by the ghosts
of all the animals
that pass through it:
chickens, cows, pigs and fish.

Thunks, hums, rumbles taps, moans.
Sometimes I fall asleep in the living room.
I wake up in the dark, startled. What’s that?
I must remind myself,
it’s just my haunted refrigerator.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

PAD 5 elements abracadabra

Grandfather

The silver shimmers in his hair
His smile a line-of-wisdom curve
Deserving all respect we give
And tender graces we can share
Gold treasure’s hidden deep within
Let’s mine it now while he’s aware
The stories of his bygone days
Can fill the minutes we can spare
He lived a life to love and serve
Deserving all respect we give
It’s time to show him that we care

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

PAD 5 elements

Treasures of Gold

When my great aunt and uncle
celebrated their 50th anniversary,
surrounded by gold, glittery things:
goldware, jewelry, candy dishes,  
Aunt Ruth picked up the napkin holder
my cousin made of popsicle sticks
and spray painted gold, announcing,
“This is my favorite!”