Saturday, August 19, 2017

After four

Shopping and Then Some

Pulling the cart with client attached
Turning corners widely so he won’t bump into things.
Sports, kitchen, men’s and women’s clothing,
Household, jewelry, cleaning supplies, groceries
Crossing the last item off the list.

Making supper, editing paper, doing dishes,
putting people to bed, writing this poem
Hoping I have the wherewithal to write an essay

Friday, August 18, 2017


Just when my plate was full to over flowing
the Lord dumps my plate and fills it with something else.
And I’m left staring at this unfamiliar plate
wondering where I should stick my fork in first.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

August 16, 2017 Poetic Asides Introduction

Meeting of Essayist and Poet

I walked into a crowded room of writers
busily buying bunches of books from other writers.

Bumping me this way and that as they swished past,
and I said, “I feel like a rock in a river.”

I made my way across the aisle
where a lady looked at me and asked,

“Are you a poet?” “Yes,” I answered. “Why?”
“I could tell by what you said.”

“How would you say it?” I asked.
“I’m in the way,” she answered.

I said, “You must write nonfiction.”
She nodded. We laughed a writerly laugh.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Stroke poem

When it Rains

Since hubby had a stroke
Had three flat tires
A cracked windshield
A hacked computer
A clogged toilet

Because of God,
when I am weak
I am strong.
See me flex
my muscles.

Monday, August 14, 2017

August 14, 2017

Van full of equipment
Wheelchair, bath chair, commode rails
Hoping they won’t grow old at my house

August 13, 2017

Discreet Goodbyes

The nurses looked a little teary
When they said their goodbyes
Wheeled him to our van, waiting
But when he pulled out the urinal
They went back in commenting
About watering the bushes

August 12, 2017

Prayer Meeting

Being prayed for in Jesus’ name
By a group of brothers and sisters
In the presence of the Holy Spirit
Like taking a soothing bubble bath
My mind and soul are squeaky clean