Sunday, April 23, 2017

PAD 6 sound rispetto

Springtime Sound

The mower sounds its grumble growl
Now near, now far, it stutters, stops
Reminding me it’s springtime now
The added work, my spirit drops
Persistent rumble fills my brain
It’s time to mow the lawn again
The air is sweet, fresh smells are great

But it’s the yardwork that I hate

Saturday, April 22, 2017

PAD 6 sounds nonet

Fame and Fortune

Once I had to work at McDonald’s. 
I cashiered, swept the dining room,
Washed pots, poured pop, made french-fries.
I still know two ounces.
When fries hit the grease
Sounds like applause.
On-stage dreams.
Yay me!

Friday, April 21, 2017

PAD 6 sounds

Refrigerator Ghosts

My refrigerator is haunted.
Maybe by the ghosts
of all the animals
that pass through it:
chickens, cows, pigs and fish.

Thunks, hums, rumbles taps, moans.
Sometimes I fall asleep in the living room.
I wake up in the dark, startled. What’s that?
I must remind myself,
it’s just my haunted refrigerator.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

PAD 5 elements abracadabra


The silver shimmers in his hair
His smile a line-of-wisdom curve
Deserving all respect we give
And tender graces we can share
Gold treasure’s hidden deep within
Let’s mine it now while he’s aware
The stories of his bygone days
Can fill the minutes we can spare
He lived a life to love and serve
Deserving all respect we give
It’s time to show him that we care

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

PAD 5 elements

Treasures of Gold

When my great aunt and uncle
celebrated their 50th anniversary,
surrounded by gold, glittery things:
goldware, jewelry, candy dishes,  
Aunt Ruth picked up the napkin holder
my cousin made of popsicle sticks
and spray painted gold, announcing,
“This is my favorite!” 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

PAD 4 beginning/end Gogyohka


Fresh start sparks excitement
New friends
Becomes the new old

Saturday, April 15, 2017

PAD 4 Beginning/End 3 haikus

Too Novel

The summer begins
a lengthy, complex novel
Two young people meet

Relationship sparks
Marry, fighting, back and forth
Through all the stages

The winter begins
Learning to let love prevail
Holding wrinkled hands

Friday, April 14, 2017

PAD 3 Blank of love, triolet

A Song of Love

The blue birds chirp along the trail
The children chatter playfully
Miss Kathy stops to tell a tale
The blue birds chirp along the trail
Inside their houses all is well
She shares her land most graciously
The blue birds chirp along the trail
The children chatter playfully

Thursday, April 13, 2017

PAD 3 Blank of Love, tricube

Basket of Love

Rose bouquet

Earthen mug
Flavored tea
Pink ribbon

Greeting card
Well wishes
Dear Grandma

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

PAD 3 Blank of love

Pictures of Love

Daddy holding me
on his lap,
listening to me
count to 100,
missing his TV show.

Mom washing Waggles,
my stuffed puppy that I vomited
on in the middle of the night,
drying it on the register
so I could go back to sleep.

Pappap whistling up the driveway
with his pockets full of candy.
And giving us hay rides,
pulling us along in a wagon
with his big red tractor.

My mother-in-law having
a closet-full of toys for my kids
and hot tea and stories of
growing up on Wyoming ranch
for me, after driving all day.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

PAD 2 not today sijo

Turn Around

She thinks long on her actions the last few years and sighs deeply.
She regrets the way she’s thrown away the good with the awful.
She will pray, get things right with God, live healthily—but not today.

Monday, April 10, 2017

PAD 2 not today rispetto

Customer Service

The women at the counter talk
while I am waiting patiently.
I’m thinking that it’s time to walk.
I try to smile most graciously.

I lay the items right down there.
I clear my throat, giving the stare.
I’d like to buy a dress and more,
but turn and then I’m out the door. 

Sunday, April 9, 2017

PAD 2 Not today


Dirty dishes stacked on the counter
resemble a small city.
Floors look like they’re ready for planting.
Bathrooms smell like outhouses.
Yes, I hear my house’s cry,
but my manuscript shouts louder.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

PAD 1 reminiscing

Pappap’s Yard

Pappap’s yard served as grandkids’ playground
Up-side-down table submarine
Tractor tire dizzy ride
Hide-n-seek and sardines
Boards turned into stilts
Large croquet field

Friday, April 7, 2017

PAD 1 reminiscing

Every year
Spring Easter-egg hunt
Pappap’s yard
Cousins, friends
Hunters become wise hiders
Then birth more hunters

Thursday, April 6, 2017

PAD 1 reminiscing poem

Science Class

When I was about ten or eleven,
I developed and aversion to frogs.
With bulgy eyes and hairless skin,
they were the most disgusting
creature on the planet, worse than
bugs, mice, spiders, rats or snakes.

When I learned that in seventh grade
I would be dissecting a frog,
the thought made my skin crawl
and would make me physically ill,
enough to keep me up at nights
figuring out how to get out of it.

The inevitable finally arrived.
I was twelve and facing the
pale stinky frog with probe
and scalpel. But I found that
it was fascinating and not as
nearly gross as I imagined.

My first lesson in thinking
about something can be
far worse than doing it,
beside housework. 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Abracadabra (using r’s)

Contemporary Christian Music

It calms our souls and brings us peace
As we focus on the living God, three in one.
Worshipping Him is what we’re designed to do.
As we worship, we feel release.
Breathing out the bad, breathing in the good,
Knowing we’re His masterpiece.
We bask in soothing or upbeat melodies,
Our joys rise as worries decrease.
It frees us up to have some fun.
Worshipping Him is what we’re designed to do.
We’ll continue, knowing this life will cease. 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Gogyohka (five line poem)

Pick Me Up

Touching my lips
Warm and comforting
Filling my mouth
Liquid and satisfying
Hot tea with cream and sugar

Saturday, April 1, 2017

PA music genre Punk Rock

Punk Rock

I couldn’t say I’ve ever listened to punk rock.
So for this poem, I googled it.
As I listened to it I remember
driving by a band that was playing
in an empty lot in town.
And I thought, they’re young, maybe
they’ll learn to sing and play
if they keep practicing. I didn’t know
they were supposed to sound like that.
But some on YouTube didn’t sound too bad.
Others sounded like they were vomiting
out the lyrics or they were playing
boogie men and trying to frighten
small children. Some of their hairdos
reminded me of my sister’s old black wig
we used to wear on Halloween. Some
of them looked cool. None were smiling.
Some of the music sounded like what
we used to call hard rock. I couldn’t tell
what made punk rock punk rock.
So I looked it up on Wikipedia.

Friday, March 31, 2017

PA music hymns


The church I go to blasts the simple choruses
on drums, guitars, and piano amplified to the nth.
I grew my hair past my ears to cover my earplugs.
The worship team leader knows few hymns.
So at home for exercise I walk up and down the hall
with an old hymn book singing all the songs I know,
savoring the words that enrich my faith in the triune God.

Thursday, March 30, 2017



It’s hard to find the funny
When I am overwhelmed
I work hard for my money
It’s hard to find the funny
With days cloudy to sunny
By to-dos I am compelled
It’s hard to find the funny
When I am overwhelmed 

Wednesday, March 29, 2017


Lazy Bum

Sometimes I’d like to stay in bed.
And let the whole world do its thing
Pull the covers over head
Sometimes I’d like to stay in bed.
Not go to work, but sleep instead
To my dreams, I will cling
Sometimes I’d like to stay in bed.
And let the whole world do its thing

Tuesday, March 28, 2017


Brain Fog

Sometimes my mind’s a blank
Can’t remember where I’ve been
Or where I’m going, to be frank.
Sometimes my mind’s a blank.
Feel like subject of a prank
Nothingness seems a sin
Sometimes my mind’s a blank
Can’t remember where I’ve been 

Monday, March 27, 2017



Impossible? But not for God.
At times, we feel we’re in a hopeless mess.
We try so hard, but we digress.
The way to destruction is so broad.
Created by Him, but oh so flawed.
Sinking under the quicksand of stress.

He guides us with his staff and rod.
He forgives those who confess.
He loves us so and likes to bless.
The God of Heaven, we applaud.

3 26 17 Rondine

In Hawaii

In Hawaii—I’m looking forward to that day—
The sun shines warm. The sand glistens white.
The water is clear. The breeze is light.
The dancers dance as ukuleles play.
Their arms curve, their hips sway.
Watching them will be a delight
 In Hawaii.

We’ll run about in the ocean spray.
Having fun like nymph and sprite.
Refreshed and relaxed. Smiles bright.
Forget about work, it’s time to play
In Hawaii.

3 25 17 Rondine

John 3:16

John 3:16 means everything to me.
The creator of the universe
Loved us for better and for worse
And sent His beloved Son to redeem
All humankind for eternity
To free everyone from the devil’s curse.
John 3:16.

Those who ask for forgiveness will receive.
Though our bodies will ride in the back of a hearse.
Across the chasm we'll  traverse.
The promise is for those who believe,
John 3:16.

Friday, March 24, 2017


O, Holy God, I Look to You

O, Holy God, I look to You.
Your love, Your mercy, strength and grace.
Please, change my heart to seek Your face.
Priorities are all askew.

The world shows false, Your love proves true.
I find You in that secret place.
O, Holy God, I look to You.
Your love, Your mercy, strength and grace.

At times I don’t know what to do.
The time goes by at a fast pace.
With you alone I’ll win this race.
I know that You will see me through.
O, Holy God, I look to You. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017


You Are the Stream

You are the stream, I am the tree
So I need You to nth degree
My roots stretch out in search of You
Your life-filled water, I pursue
I reach for You most greedily

When pestilence tormented me
I took You in persistently
I didn’t fall when north winds blew
You are the stream.

My branches grow so happily
My luscious leaves glint merrily
Yes, from Your riches this tree grew
To drink Your strength, what I must do
Without You I have no esprit
You are the stream.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

PA improvement


All my struggles
for self-improvement
are like running
on a treadmill,
getting nowhere
but hoping
the exercise itself
will do some good.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Rimas dissolutus abcde abcde cde


Colorado blue sky
Dazzling sun on deep snow
Three friends trudge through the woods
Stumbling in covered footprints
Chatting and laughing together

The meadow stretched out high
Mountain views from this plateau
Displaying Colorado goods
Catching shimmers and glints
Moods as light as a feather

No need for hats or hoods
No reason to moan or wince 
But delight in spring-like weather

Monday, March 20, 2017

Quatern Rxxx xRxx xxRx xxxR 8 syllables

You Are My Rock

You are my rock in stormy seas
You are my song in troubled times
You are my garden of comfort
You are my light in dead of night

You are my rope of sanity
You are my rock in stormy seas
You are my tree of life and hope
You are my path to mark my way

You are my river flowing free
You are my fresh air when life’s stale
You are my rock in stormy seas
You are my branch saving my life

You are blue skies lifting my heart
You are water in my desert
You are my mountain of mercy
You are my rock in stormy seas

March 19 Lai A5a5b2a5a5b2a5a5b2

Write On

Finding time to write
Could be dead of night
Or dawn
Words that may excite
And nibble or bite
Press on
We struggle and fight
Until morning light
Time gone