Saturday, July 12, 2025

Ohio Trip - June 1, 2025

 Ready 

 

Going to church, enjoying the sermon

Saying goodbye to my friends once again

Taking note of things that need done

After I come home, I’ll do them then.

 

 Making my list for Wednesday’s departure

Doing groceries, waiting for my son

He’ll take hubby down to Mesa with him

Then I’ll travel and hope I’ll have fun.

 

Cleaning the bathrooms, taking a break

Talking to Kathie but she was so tired

Eli arriving and talking of gaming

After the long drive, was a bit wired

 

 

Friday, July 11, 2025

Ecstasy Poetic Asides

 Inner Fountain

 

When all around

Troubles bombard

 

Deep within

Bubbling

Bubbling

Bubbling

 

Fear not, child,

I’m with you

 

Maybe not ecstasy

But deep-seated

Joy

Thursday, July 10, 2025

pivot Poetic Asides

 A Bit of Dance, Three Meals a Day

 

A bit of dance, to make my meals,

From stove to sink, I pivot heels,

To fridge to stove and back again,

My socks swirl on linoleum.

And then I hear the whistle sound, and at a glance,

I turn off tea, in one small bound, a bit of dance.

 

Three meals a day, is my routine.

I spin and twirl, a dance machine.

While music sounds within my ears,

I pivot prance throughout the years.

From fridge to stove to table top, I swing and sway,

I whirl and step and pivot hop three meals a day.

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

cards Poetic Bloomings

 On My Fridge

 

The pictures, magnets and cards on my fridge,

A many faceted story they tell.

A German one of a castle and bridge,

And cards from loved ones saying all is well.

 

And several pictures of loved one who passed,

A pic of the two we cared for, for years,

And many memories there are amassed.

A well loved and lived lifetime, it appears.  

 

Special hand-made cards from my BFF,

A funny giraffe card from my dear Sis.

Two cats in Paris is one of the best.

A Highland Coo from my now-Irish niece.

 

A poem my daughter wrote when she was four,

Thank you and birthday cards and so much more.

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Machine Poetic Asides

 

Partial Robot

 

I’m looking for that illusive sweet spot,

Between productive habits and freedom.

Somewhere twixt being a mindless robot

And a happy-go-lucky lazy bum.

Somewhere between turbulent and humdrum. 

Establishing habits and discipline

Are important for the field I am in.

But my age says it is time to relax.

Time to retire, Senior Citizen.

But not dead, not done, and those are the facts.

Monday, July 7, 2025

cliche Poetic Bloomings

 Busy as a Bee

 

I’m not sure how busy a bee is,

but I know I’m busy,

Wrapping up a school year

at the Nature Center,

Caregiving for a man with autism,

Getting ready for a 2,000-mile roadtrip,

Helping hubby go in the opposite direction,

Making house and yard presentable,

Washing the car and putting air in the tires,

Praying, going to church, making meals,

PACKING

and taking a little time to write a poem.

Sunday, July 6, 2025

Sleep Poetic Asides

 

Sleep’s like a temporary death.

It’s a reminder.

Morning will come,

after sleep and after death.