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.

PAD 28 Poetic Bloomings shower

When it rains in Southwest Colorado,

more thanksgiving rises to God

than it does on Thanksgiving Day.

PAD 27 Poetic Bloomings Beach words

Laugh

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

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.

PAD 25 Poetic Bloomings actor

Mel Gibson

His lethal weapon

was his alluring blue eyes,

slaying hearts worldwide.

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?

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.