Thursday, October 31, 2013


When Jesus was born
Light, life and love manifested

God introduced Himself

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Poetic Asides hiatus, Poetic Bloomings Byron's Sonnet

Away at the Lake

Hills hid the tiny fishing town from view.
Early fall, I took a much-needed break.
The sky glowed blue over a rippled lake.
Wood paddles dipped and moved the red canoe.
Hemlocks huddled on shore as if they knew
the mountain would not block the coming storm.
The sky darkened, whitecaps began to form
as the air chilled and a whistling wind blew.

The canoe sidled up to the long dock.
My nephew lent his strong and friendly hand.
Friends had clam chowder cooking in the crock.
The tinkling chimes and thunder formed a band,
the sound of rain more pleasant than a clock.
We chatted as we waited in the stand.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Fishing at Dawn in Ketchikan 

In dim morning light
pink wisps touch
mountain silhouette.

Hills huddle the bay.
Rocks laze along shore
in stream’s spray

I fish,
breathing in beauty
and peace.

Monday, October 28, 2013


There once was girl scout named Kat

Who often encountered a bat

At first she’d be beaming

Then run away screaming

So what is as silly as that?

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Poetic Bloomings little things


K eys start machines. Keys allow
E ntrance. A full key chain shows
Y our authority or that you’re a janitor.
S piritual keys open up the unseen. 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013


Sometimes it seems
demons of hell
kick people in the head
to get them out of bed
and keep on kicking
throughout the day
with loud noises, snubs,
discredits, caustic rubs,
harsh comments.
But angels retaliate
with compliments,
gifts and prayers.
May the angels
in your life
 win over strife.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Poetic Asides Circus

Cotton Candy Sticks

Forty-five years ago
our fourth grade field trip—
Barnum and Bailey Circus

What do I remember?

A lion tamer,
a performing elephant,
a clown or two.

But mostly
my friend and I
finding and winding our way

through the Pittsburgh Coliseum
to buy souvenirs and
cotton candy.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Pensee

Making Memories

Long awaited
Shopping, playing games, touring
Grand southwestern Colorado
It goes by all too fast.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


We’re all abustle
Alone at last, breathe in grace
Stillness heals, strengthens

Monday, October 21, 2013

243 aba


Small house
Big family
Country mouse

Fun outdoor play
Not wealthy

All trees
Distinct seasons

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Clown

A Clown Slipped

In a shady park,
I took my two kids
to see Ronald McDonald
do corny tricks.

Obnoxious children
on the front row
(not mine this time)
began heckling.

Ronald continued his routine
he must have practiced
many times in clown school
or other performances.

But that look flitted in his eyes
unmasked by white makeup,
(I knew it well)
Let me throttle those brats!

Saturday, October 19, 2013


Day Dawns

The clock ticks
The room lightens as I type
Getting organized
Like a track runner stretching

Getting ready to take off at the shot

Friday, October 18, 2013

Poetic Asides Somonka

Divine Romance

Good morning, Lord
My spirit—alert—listens
A silky curtain in a breeze
Longing to be ruffled

I Am attentive
Joyous to caress you
A loving wind
Enabling your spirit to soar
Yet, be tethered to earth 

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Then Peter said, “Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.” Acts 2:38

In My Hand

If I listed all I don’t have,
it would go on and on
like a child’s Christmas wish list.

But God doesn't look at that.
“What’s in your hand?”
He asked Moses.

Lord, all that’s in my hand
I commit to You.
And if ever I grip something too tightly,

please, gently pry my fingers loose,
or, better yet, show me
what You want me to grab on to. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Poetic Bloomings - Tetractys Poetic Asides Fish

Blank eyes
Kissy lips
Slippery skin
Dad and me in a rowboat casting lines
with these silly creatures and lunch in mind
Oh, I got one!
Reel it in

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Bref Double

Cleaning Day

The boxes piled along the wall,
The papers stacked just anywhere,
Thick dust can serve to write a note.
The furniture sits side by side.

A cleaning is past overdue.
You get a sense that things will fall.
So tiptoe in with gloves on hand.
You must resist the urge to hide.

Now line the boxes down the hall.
Get every scrap of paper out.
Ignore those folks who text or call.
 “Come over and help,” you can quote.

So keep on going. Do not stall.
And when you’re done you can smile wide.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Poem based on The Highway Man by Alfred Noyes

Sisters Reading The Highwayman

They tiptoed back to the closet and grasped the red book where
They searched for page 123 and sat on the floor right there.
They pointed to Alfred’s Highwayman a poem they could not ignore,
And the sisters all sat reading—reading—reading—
The sisters all sat reading, there on the hallway floor.

They soaked in vibrant details, the velvet and the lace.
They closed their eyes and imagined sneers on the ostler’s face.
They sighed for the dark-haired daughter and the man whom she adored,
And the sisters all sat reading—reading—reading—
The sisters all sat reading, there on the hallway floor.

When soldiers bound the daughter, the sisters held their breath,
Spellbound they sat motionless when she warned her love by death.
And tears formed within their eyes when he died on the lonely moor,
And the sisters all sat reading—reading—reading—
The sisters all sat reading, there on the hallway floor.

They pictured his ghost in the darkness whistling his tune.
And she’d step out to meet him in the light of the silvery moon.
They shivered with sad delight and read the poem once more,
And the sisters all sat reading—reading—reading—
The sisters all sat reading, there on the hallway floor.

They often heard friends’ voices, “Can they come out to play?”
“They’re back there reading poetry.” They heard their mother say.
Their silly friends sniffed and hollered, “Poetry! What a bore!”
And the sisters all sat reading—reading—reading—
The sisters all sat reading, there on the hallway floor. 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Ekphrastic

                                                                                 Photo: Sheryl Kay Oder


Cooking, cleaning, writing
Responsible, determined, industrious

Hiking, biking, kayaking
Adventurous, enthusiastic, fun-loving

Indoor me and outdoor me 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Autumn poem

Autumn leaves

Chilly air, excited thrill
Colors bursting on the hill
Of this scene, I take my fill
Breathing in the autumn scent
Vanished is my discontent 

Friday, October 11, 2013



Do not get under circumstance
But climb on top with thoughtful prayer
You do not live by luck or chance

Don’t minimize your value here
With vision, navigate your walk
Yes, venture forth in faith not fear
The days are numbered for the clock

Thursday, October 10, 2013



Moon light flows through shivering leaves
Owls fly low in search of fast food
Mice scamper and hide in barn eaves

Bat wings flap, form Vs overhead
Raccoons scarf their scavengers’ yield
The farmer and wife snore in bed
Crops grow quietly in the field

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Saraband

A Lame Praise Song

I praise You because You are great
You are wonderful, good and kind
You make sad, glad and bent paths straight

You forgive people when they do wrong
You are faithful, patient and sweet
I cannot find good words for this song
So I thank You and then repeat…

Poetic Asides If You...

If You Skipped Like a Child

If you skipped like a child,
you’d smile more.
If you chirped like a bird,
your mood would lighten.
If you slithered like a snake,
you’d wriggle till you’d giggle.
If you purred like a cat,
you’d take a restful nap.
If you’d bark like a dog,
you’d feel bold.
If you were thankful, even in trials,
your heart would catch up. 

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

More stars

Midnight Walk in the Forest

Straight trees
stretched into a night
alight with stars.

Shadows shivered,
slithered, scampered
took flight.

Twigs snapped.
Owls called out
their lonely warnings.

You and I
wandered and wondered,
a world unto ourselves.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Poetic Bloomings stars

Mountain Night

The giant full moon rested
on the rippled lake
spreading out a speckled path
like a comforter.
Pines in silhouette
tilted toward each other
saying their bedtime prayers.
Aged rounded mountains
snored with logging trucks.
Stars lilted their silent lullabies. 

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Halloween Party

The children bob for apples
Like chickens pecking grain.
The room is filled with laughter
Like cackles from the hens.
They dry their soggy heads
And eat just what they choose,
Then go home to cozy beds
And snuggle down to roost. 

Poetic Bloomings Stars


Dome tent glows like UFO
Inky, diamond night
Crackling fire
Friendly solitude
Cricket choir
Tension takes flight

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Amphigouri

The Amphigouri

The amphigouri is wonderful
Whenever you have happulite  
Simply breathe in bundergul
The amphigouri is wonderful
Rhyming is no longer plunderwool
Just pop in a mapusite
The amphigouri is wonderful
Whenever you have happulite

Poetic Asides Normal

A normal man named Muzzy
Ate bugs for lunch cuz he
Was cheap as could be.
Insects were for free.
Muzzy wasn’t normal, was he?

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Nove Otto

I’ll Pray

The clouds hang low and gray today.
The morning has begun. I’ll pray
as family begins to stir.
The baby sips upon her milk.
The kitty licks her fur of silk
as she begins to softly purr.
My hubby’s busy at his tasks.  
 “Are you ready?” the Spirit asks.
With him I eagerly concur.