Thursday, July 20, 2017


A plume of white water
Waved from the azure ocean
Against the indigo sky

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Oahu photo

Tall slender palms
Silhouetted against an amethyst sky
Looking like giant whirligigs 

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

PA repair

Through the Fog

A stirring in her heart and mind, a cry
A nudge, a poke, a groping through the fog
A search, a hope for a repair, a sigh
The flow of thoughts come jammed like stream with log

A quiver and a try to find her way
A wrinkle grows impossible to fix
The crushing weight of time’s demanding sway
Patchwork of light and darkness in a mix

She goes full steam ahead and gathers strength
So like a blasting rocket, she won’t stop
The charm compels her swiftly go the length
She plugs along and pushes for the top

Her hands grasp other hands in simple peace
At last she breathes and laughs in sweet release 

Monday, July 17, 2017

Poetic Asides Betrayal

Cell Phone Betrayal

I hadn’t seen her for a year.
We settled in to a Scrabble game,
as our custom. Then her cell phone rang.
She answered. A couple more turns.
The cell phone rang and she answered.
Mid game and guess what.
Several more times the cell phone rang
and she answered. We finished the game.
and then the next. Talked little.
As I listened to one-sided conversations,
I felt betrayed.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

PA bug

What Bug Is This?

What bug is this, it’s such a pest
Up my arm is creeping
On tiny feet, looks for a treat
I swat it and it’s leaping

This, this, a nasty flea
From my dog, a gift to me
Haste, haste and bring the spray
Spay rugs, the couch, and pillows

Saturday, July 15, 2017

PA Land of...

Land of Host Home for Developmentally Disabled Adults

It’s a strange land
where common rules
don’t necessarily apply.

It’s a land
most don’t visit,
let alone live there.

It’s a land where people
think you’re a saint
or insane.

Some days you think,
Why me?
The other, why me!

With inspections
you feel like
you live in a fishbowl.

But other times,
you feel forgotten
and alone.

Sometimes you wish
you could be
forgotten and alone.

Sometime you experience
great joy, sometimes
you would like to see it end.

Sometime it’s easy.
Sometime in the wee hours
it’s impossible.

It’s always relentless.

Friday, July 14, 2017

PA historical persona

Great-grandfather Matthew

Lovely Mary said I do
to the preacher, before God,
committing her love to me
for better or worse
till death do us part.
I know she means it.

We’ve been driving
up the Pennsylvania mountainside
in my creaky wagon
pulled by my trusty horse.
My little cabin’s in sight.

What will she think
when she realizes,
for better or for worse,
I already have nine children?

When they meet,
I'll say, 
"There's your kids."

Lovely Mary, what will you do
when nine pair of eyes

are looking at you? 

Thursday, July 13, 2017

PA snap judgment

Stand Closer
Ae Freisligh

Brushing skittish alpaca
Stand closer others told me
It hurts less when they’ll kick ya
As they attempt to bolt free

Though I had this truth in-head
As their back legs came rushing
I’d leap like a youth instead
Then I’d continue brushing 

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

PAD 23 Last Blank

Last Days

Faith grows cold
Persecution grows
Plus wars and rumors of war
Watch for His return

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

PA repair

Daddy Can

My four-year-old
brought me her burst balloon.
“Fix it,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t.”
With confidence, she proclaimed,
“Daddy can!”

Reminding me to bring
impossibly broken things
to God, knowing,

“Daddy can!” 

Monday, July 10, 2017

PA pieces

Jigsaw Patience

Life in fragments
Waiting on God
to bless in His timing.
Fitting pieces together.
Making a beautiful picture.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

PA forever

Love, Grace, Joy
Smiles, Laughter, Singing
Cool colors
Fresh fragrance
Tears and sickness washed away
No need for the sun

Saturday, July 8, 2017

PA reconnect


For the last two and one half years,
I’ve been taking college classes,
one after the other, back to back
except for Christmas vacation.

Somehow at the end Shakespeare,  
in mid-May, I have two weeks off
to do whatever I want and need to do,
during warm weather and longer days.

It will give me a glimpse of what
it will be like when I have no more school,
when I’ll have a chance to reconnect
with my life as I once knew it.

Visit friends in another town on Saturday,
Work on my writing projects and submit them.
Take a long walk without a timer in my pocket.
Take a day to shop and lunch with a friend.

I know it will go fast and I’m thinking
how to best use those two weeks.
Clean the house? Landscape the yard?
Take a trip? Or absolutely nothing?

Or maybe a little bit of everything. 

Friday, July 7, 2017

PAD 30 The Blank

The Snow Outside

The snow outside confuses me.
I must remind myself what month it is
So I won’t break out the Christmas decorations

My lilacs are afraid to bloom
The mower’s in the garage
The AC unit is still wrapped, waiting

April showers bring May flowers
April snow brings sighs.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

PAD 30 The blank

The Snore

My snore
Shakes rafters
Calls to creatures
Drives hubby out of the room

But my childlike client
Likes to imitate my snore
And it makes me laugh
It makes the snore worth it

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

PAD 30 The Blank

The Last Day of the April Challenge

I approach it with some relief
A little sorrow, a pinch of grief
It’s fun to have poets with whom to play
I wish poem-a-day was here to stay 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

PAD 29 metric

New Tricks

They say the metric system is simple as can be
Just learn the basic units, but it sounds so hard to me
And learning the prefixes can set my mind a-jumble
Putting it all together makes my confidence crumble

But my heart’s desire is to travel far and wide
And to learn the world’s science on the side
And at home to bake with liter and gram
So set to learn metric is what I am.  

Monday, July 3, 2017

PAD 29 metric

Meet Her

The poetess marks time with words.
She taps out all the stresses and
she smiles and autographs her books
for those who want to shake her hand.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

PAD 29 metric

Catching Up

I remember when one of my elementary teachers
taught us about the metric system
and she said that someday the United States
would catch up with the rest of the world
and go to meters, liters and grams.

So I figured that when I became really old,
maybe twenty-five or thirty,
we’d be using the metric system.
Now, I’m about as old as Grandma was then
and we’re still speaking feet, quarts and pounds.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

PAD 28 smell


To me, nothing smells better than lilacs.
Their fragrance reminds me of large bushes
growing in my Pennsylvania neighborhood
where I grew up, their smell signaling
the end of school and time to run barefoot
for the next three months, until school again.

Friday, June 30, 2017

PAD 28 Smell


Our St. Bernard/Golden retriever mix
loved the smells of skunk.
She must have because she liked to chase them
and we’d often smell that sweet aroma.
She only chased a porcupine once.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

PAD 28 smell


Pappap smelled of saw dust, cologne and hand lotion
Sawdust because he was a carpenter
Retired, he’d help all the little old ladies in town
Building porches, repairing wooden items, making picture frames
Lotion because all that wood dried his hands out.
Cologne because he had a lady friend
and after his work was done
he’d drive the fourteen miles to her home
and be gone till the wee hours
waking up early the next morning
ready for a new day of work
and entertaining his grandkids.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

PAD 27 wordle

Gum Cracking

The little boy became a pest
He cracked his gum, only in jest.

He idly rambled about the place.
Folks winced when they saw his face.

He made a festoon of gum wrappers and hung them around.
He laughed till he hiccupped and fell to the ground.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

PAD 27 wordle

Hiccup Cure

He made a pest of himself
with one hiccup too many.
Someone cracked him on the head,
so he wouldn’t have any.

He winced in pain
then rambled out the door.
Nobody’s bothered
by his hiccups any more.

Monday, June 26, 2017

PAD 27 wordle

The Pest

The spider
came from a crack in the wall.
It rambled about back and forth,
but there came a hiccup in its plan.

I wince to think about it.
Its web hung like a festoon from the ceiling,
but then sucked up
into the vacuum cleaner.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

PAD 26 regret


Making mistakes in paintings
is what artists call happy accidents.
That blob of blue can turn into a bird.
That smear of yellow can blend
into the grasses like sunlight.
Regrets are like those blobs.
Sometimes the regrets get too much
for the mind’s canvas
and you must get a tube of gesso
and begin again.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

PAD 26 Regret


Regrets-The things you wish you could do differently.
We all like to be different, right?
So why do we feel bad about it when we are?
Unique sometimes stinks,
but it’s always good to experiment,
discover, and finally make something beautiful. 

Friday, June 23, 2017

PAD 26 regret


It would be nice
to live life without regrets,
but I don’t know how to do that.
I’m always sorry for the mistakes I’ve made,
the multitudes of social blunders,
the intentional sludge of apathy.

When you grow your own lemons,
make lemonade, right?  
All those little glitches in my life
make for good poem and story ingredients.
Sometimes the sweetest cakes
call for a little lemon.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

PAD 26 Regret

The Point

I’m chock full of regrets.
But I could be full of something worse.
For better or worse.
That’s what we said when we got married.
We didn’t know how worse it could be.
But it’s getting better now.
Do I regret marrying you?

But that’s besides the point.
The point is that I made a vow to God
and as much as lies within me
I’ll keep it.
It’s been almost 38 years now
and we’re going for the gold.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

PAD 25 love-anti-love

John 3:16 Means Love

For God—creator of the universe
so loved—did His best for the worst
the world—all the people in it
that he gavesins He will freely remit
his one and only Son—conceived by His Spirit
that whoever—anyone who receives it
believes in him— obeys His son
shall not perish—the soul lives on
but have eternal life—live forever and ever.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

PAD 25 love/anti-love

I came home from vacation
and my glass teapot sparkles.
Yes, hubby loves me.

Monday, June 19, 2017

PAD 25 love/anti-love


Basing a relationship
on feelings of love
is like the tail
wagging the dog.

When a dog
gets so excited
the tail actually
does wag the dog,
the hapless pup

walks off kilter. 

Sunday, June 18, 2017

PAD 24 faith


Sometimes my faith’s wobbly,
like Peter on the waves,
but deep down for certain
I know that Jesus saves.

When I’m all alone
and the task’s too big for me,
I can only trust
my God whom I can’t see.

You may wonder about
where I put my faith.
but I have learned through the years
by His Word, Spirit and Grace.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

PAD 24 faith

Faith in Christ

Unseen steel
Bridging the gap
Between heaven and earth

Friday, June 16, 2017

PAD 24 faith


Faith is only as valuable
as what you have faith in.
Faith for faith’s sake
is like a wispy cloud,
looking substantial
but won’t hold anything up.

Faith in science
does wonderful things,
but it can only go so far.
For the realm of the eternal and unseen,
science has little value, except for knowing
that a design must have a designer.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

PAD 23 last blank

Last Class

August 21,st
I will begin
my last college class,
then I can quit beating myself up
for not completing my degree.
I’ll be all smartified
and continue on with my life.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Birthday Blessing

June 14th

T oday, Lord, I pray for a terrific birthday celebration.
R emind President Trump how much You love him. Grant him
U nderstanding and wisdom as he makes decisions for the USA.
M ay he know Your peace and loving presence day by day.
P rotect him and his family and bless them as they serve.

                                                            In the name of Jesus.