Friday, January 28, 2011

Big Tent Prompt: From photographer's point of view

Okay this is more like from the woman's pov but the photographer could be thinking it!

Dancing with Her Grandson

Dreaming of days
When the man who held her
Was freshly home from WWII

Friday, January 21, 2011

Big Tent Poetry Food Prompt

Chocolate Says A Lot

Chocolate says a lot in a way that’s oh so sweet.
It’s more than a delicacy or a Valentine treat.
Chocolate says I care for you and love you very much.
Chocolate says I’m proud of you, with a special touch.
Chocolate says, with you, no one can compete.

Chocolate cheers you up when you’re feeling defeat.
Chocolate reassures you that you won’t be beat.
Chocolate offers an emotional crutch.
Chocolate says a lot.

Chocolate says thank you. I think you’re really neat.
Chocolate says I’m glad you’re here. Welcome to my street.
Chocolate celebrates (especially Double Dutch).
Chocolate crosses barriers when you’re in a clutch,
in a universal language, and I will repeat,
Chocolate says a lot.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Another feet poem I wrote a while back.

Daddy’s Feet

Daddy’s feet
took him hunting:
rabbits, squirrel, deer, turkey.
Daddy’s feet
took him fishing:
bass, trout, pike, walleye.
Daddy’s feet took him planting:
potatoes, corn, beans, squash, tomatoes.
Daddy’s feet took him mowing
mowing, mowing, and mowing.
Daddy’s feet took him working,
working hard at the steel mill
every day for many years, earning pay
for his wife and five girls.
One day, Daddy’s feet took him
across wet paint.
I couldn’t stop him, because
of his Alzheimer’s disease.
Daddy didn’t understand why I tried
to keep him from going up the steps.
He got mad at me and continued on.
By the time he reached the living room carpet
the paint had worn off. I was able,
with a little Lestoil, to get the paint off
the kitchen tile. But the footprints on
the threshold were there to stay,
reminding me of Daddy’s feet.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Big Tent Prompt--Feet Poem


F orward, backward, slow or fast
E ach step to the future, away from the past
E very day my feet carry me here or there
T hank God for feet and that I’ve got a pair!