Monday, October 9, 2017

Gnomes Celebrate

This October First
Thirteen years of daily poems
Nearing five-thousand 

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Couplets

Preparation

Feeling a bit crazed
As I’m counting the days.
Soon we’ll take a trip,
Trying not to flip.
Got so much to do,
Will I make it through?
Just have to put one foot before the other.
No need to be crying for my mother.

7 Slow Start

Morning Write

My toes are cold,
My fingers, too.
My nose runs.
Are my lips blue?

I need a robe
And a pair of socks,
And a little umph
To quit this box.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Gnomes Sijo

The autumn leaves of my mesquite hang golden like kings’ crowns.
Though beautiful, they signal snow will soon fall, and I brace myself.
I resolve to enjoy the cheery colors while they last. 

Poetic Asides Recognition

Recognition

When my husband had a stroke,
our host home client stayed in respite care.
Three weeks later, I picked him up
and we drove the 75 miles to visit
Hubby in the rehab center.

Hubby was in bed when we walked in.
I thought our guy would be happy,
but he didn’t seem to recognize him.
Hubby got out of bed and wheeled
to the table in the dining room.

We talked about his therapies.
After a few minutes, the light went on
in the childlike man’s eyes.
He lunged toward his caregiver.

Recognition. 

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Acrostic

Clutter

C ollection of what have yous
L etting the dust settle on them
U seless but sentimental value
T ime to give some away
T ime to trash some
E xcept how can I get
R id of stuff with meaning?

Monday, October 2, 2017

Gnomes Out of reach to the left

Sparkly Heart Rock

My heart-shaped rock sits barely out of reach.
It’s edged in sparkly, silvery chenille.
No bigger than a pit of a small peach,
For many dollars, I’d refuse to sell.

It’s decorated with six plastic beads
And filled with golden glitter in between.
In capturing my heart, the rock succeeds.
The beads are yellow, pink, white, blue and green.

Created by a girl who cannot talk,
But with a smile can warm up any room.
And neither could she rise, get up, and walk.
We cared for her, but she has moved too soon.
                                                                       
To dwell on losses makes me feel so sad.
The rock reminds me of the joys we had. 

Sunday, October 1, 2017

haiku

The wind sways the pines
Sounding much like the ocean
Singing soothing songs

Saturday, September 30, 2017

haiku

Thunder rumbles in
Gray puffy clouds darken sky
Rain drums on ridged roof

Friday, September 29, 2017

Gnomes Vers Beaucoup

I still get a thrill and will
feel the love from above like a
dove as I pray to stay in His presence—
the way to peace and sweet release. 

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Observation

Morning Sounds

Our childlike man plays
with his singing puppy,
“If You’re Happy and
You Know It.”
Hubby goes on about
the car needing an oil change.
Our radio’s white noise
 sounds in the background.
Thumps outside—someone’s
bass turned up too loud.
Car engine roars by.
As the sun tries to peek 
through the Venetian blinds,
the puppy says, “Can you
think of something blue?”
My head throbs and I think,
I hope it’s the sky, and not me.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Gnomes Linger

Bacon smell lingers
But not so people
We’re off in all directions

26 Gnomes Linger

Slow Goodbyes

My sister and I like to linger
over our phone conversation
until we say, “Okay, on the count
of three, we’ll hang up!”

But that doesn’t always work.
Someone will way something serious,
then we have to think of something else
to end on a positive note. 

25 Poetic Asides Name Tag

Writer Not Rider

When I share my email
I have to clarify that it’s
connielpeterswriter
not rider.

I ride in cars, in busses, in vans,
in planes, on horses and bicycles.
But I write a lot more than I ride
so it’s connielpeterswriter.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Morning Prayer

Ears to Hear

Lord, I’m drawing a blank again.
I need some insight from You.
I feel like an awkward stranger,
and that causes me to feel sad.
I like it when I get those ahas.
Those times when You speak
And I hear and know that I hear.
God, please, give me that again.

Today’s Bible Gateway verse is
“So do not throw away your confidence;
it will be richly rewarded. You need
to persevere so that when you have done
the will of God, you will receive what
he has promised. Hebrews 10:35-36 NIV
What is Your will for me this Sunday?
When in doubt, love God and love others.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Gnomes Autumn Acrostic

Orange

O range, yellow-orange, purplish-red
R ed maple trees lining the road
A rtistic brilliance in every mile
N umbers of people
G awking at beauty
E nergy rising as temperatures fall

22 gnomes autumn acrostic

Crunching

C rispy, crackling leaves crunching under foot
R acing through the breeze as summer goes kaput
U nderneath the moon
N ew adventures soon
C rispy, crackling leaves raked into a pile
H aving autumn fun, leaping with a smile
I recall those autumn days of when I was a child
N ow the autumn of life is approaching. I’m
G oing out with style. 

Thursday, September 21, 2017

gnomes summer dance

Moonlit summer dance
Bodies, hearts and souls entwine
Then the testing comes

20 gnomes summer dance

Last Dance

The summer dance is near the end,
As breezes blow through verdant leaves.
The sun smiles down like leaving friend,
While weather offers short reprieves.

Adventurers will rush about
To get in just one last hurrah.
They’ll camp and sail, and try new route,
A summer thrill to give them awe.

And soon the leaves will dance in time.
They’ll drift and lift in autumn air.
In bright new dress, they’re quite sublime.
Let summer end with splendid flare.




19 Poetic Asides Information

Art, body language
Film, nature, education
Sending messages

18 PA information

Information

I nvestigative reporters may put their
N oses where they ought nought be to get the news. Scouring for
F acts they may come up with lies    
O r even fudge on a few details causing their
R eports to be more fiction than reality, as they develop their
M aterial. We need to examine
A ll the evidence with wisdom and discernment.
T he vast communication we experience today and the abundance of
I ntelligence available online can be
O verwhelming. The knowledge we gain is tremendous, though
N ow we’re never sure the data we receive can be trusted.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Poem in a hurry

Nothing Poem

I’ve written thousands of poems.
Surely, I can write one more
But nothing. Time for breakfast.

Maybe my sausage and eggs
Will prod me to inspiration
And magic will flow.

Or the crunch of cereal
Will trigger a memory,
Grist for the perfect poem.

Or the wheat bread toasted
To a golden brown—Melted butter
Will ooze out some ideas

Perhaps the smell of yogurt
And fresh berries urge me on
And the poem will flow.

You just never know
When that poetic muse
Will come tripping by.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Gnomes Choka

Answered Prayer
(Acts 12)

Rhoda was a maid.
She served at a prayer meeting.
Prayer for imprisoned Peter.
While everyone prayed
A knock sounded on the door.
She hurried to answer it.
She heard Peter’s voice
She ran to tell the others.
But they thought she was crazy.
But she insisted.
They thought it must be his ghost.
They finally went with her.
Shocked to find Peter
He told them how he escaped
An angel came to help him
“Tell James and others,”
And went to another place.
Sometimes God’s answers amaze.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Gnomes Cold

Autumn Cold

Jackets line up on the back of the couch.
Cover up the AC, turn up the heat.
Leaves are turning golden yellow.
Autumn weather can’t be beat.

But soon the snow will be falling
And the streets will be of ice.
Let’s stay in where it’s cozy.
Being with you will suffice. 

13 Gnomes Cold

Cold

C entigrade’s dropping
O ne degree at a time.
L ets get out the winter coats, but
D o those summer things while temp is fine.

12 Gnomes Cold


Cold Shoulder

He gives me the cold shoulder
with steely gray eyes.
His nose points up yonder.
He thinks he’s so wise.
But then the quarrel passes.
and it’s no surprise
He’s ready to hug
and give those sweet kisses again.

11 Gnomes Cold

Bath Time on a Cold Morning

See her shiver with goosebumps on her arms.
It’s bath time again. How can you do this to her?
She craves the fresh-dried towel out of the dryer.
I’m no liar. It’s a cruel, but a necessary kindness.
You must be clean, my dear.
Wash off the grime, my dear.
And it’s clear, you’ll be fresh as a daisy in no time. 

10 Gnomes Cold

Catching Cold

Oh, the hacking and the sneezing that goes on.
The sniffles and the wheezing, it is wrong.
I’d rather see your smiling face with not a trace
of that disgusting…never mind.
Get the elixir. You sure need it sir.
And you’ll be right as rain in no time. 

Monday, September 11, 2017

Gnomes Sevenling

Sevenling The Right Side

The right side is frozen.
He sounds like he’s drunk.
He has no strength.

An ambulance ride.
PT, OT, and ST
Wheelchair, walker, gait belt

Walking, talking, writing better each day.

Friday, September 8, 2017

WD I am...

I am a Flexible Rock

That’s what Hubby says
after his stroke. It takes
great energy to move
his right arm and leg
as he forges new
neuropathways.
When he exercises,
he becomes more flexible
and less like a rock.

Except in steadfastness,
love and determination,
he’s more like a rock.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

PA I am..

I am a Child of God

I am simple yet complicated.
I am smart though forgetful.
I work hard until I don’t.
I like red-orange, blue-violet,
yellow-green and blue-green.
Sunny yellow nauseates me.
I like caring for people, but
not the duties of a caregiver.
I love the Holy Trinity.
I love to worship even
all night sometimes.
I love to sing, dance, draw
and paint. I love to write poems,
but find most poetry confusing.
I like to write fiction, true stories,
devotions and children’s stories.
I love my husband but loving him
is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I love my kids but I worry about them
and at times feel like a bad parent.
I dream and get disappointed, yet
I don’t give up on my dreams.
I like to pray but don’t do it enough.
I love the outdoors but stay inside
most of the time. I like to travel
to new places, though it scares me.
I'm a Coloradan with PA still in me.
I’m looking forward to heaven,
yet I continually pray to be safe.
I’m confused about my purpose.
I hope to be a college graduate
but the logic still evades me.
I am a sister to four amazing women.
I am a daughter to a dear couple
who have already passed on.
I am a grandma wannabe.
I am a niece, a cousin,
a granddaughter, a friend.
I am out of shape and long
to be my right weight and
have lots of energy. I am
hopeful but battle depression.
I am a child of God, not
because I’m great but
because He is. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

couplets

At times, I feel like a manatee.
Barely moving, that’s for me.
Like a big couch cushion drifting along,
Though being lazy seems so wrong.
Eventually I’ll have enough,
then I will get off my duff.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

one to ten

Owl
Hoo-hoo
In a tree
Eyes wide open
Wings spread in a swoop
Talons poised for the grab
End of life for hapless mouse
Better it than my kitty-cat
Nature can be both wise and unkind
Kitty-cat purring safely on my lap

Monday, September 4, 2017

Gnomes Labor Day

Housekeeper

Relentless cleaning
Squeeze it in when I have time
Aim to make a home
where folks I love love to live
I wish twitching my nose worked

Sept 3 Gnomes Labor Day

College Student

Give myself pep talks
Write essays, questions, comments
Inspired by works
Put to sleep by some others
Plodding with eyes on the goal


Sept 2 Gnomes Labor Day

Writer

Paint pictures with words
Create people and their worlds
Inspire with insights
Dig out treasures from Scripture
Tickle with fun anecdotes


Sept 1 gnomes Labor Day

Caregiver

Care for childlike man
Nonverbal who says a lot
Cookie—one clear word
Plays songs on a vacuum hose
Leaps about at loud noises


Friday, September 1, 2017

Gnomes tanka

The Nature Center at Butler Corner

Tall timbers whisper
Sweet alpacas hum along
Kids come to have fun
Breathing in the sweet pine smell
Fluffy clouds float in blue sky


WD second home

Second Home

My home is where my toothbrush is.
That’s what I always say
I love to travel far and wide
As I go on my way

My home may be in Florida
Along a sunny beach
Or in the Pennsylvania hills
With gobs within my reach

My home may be Wisconsin Dells
Where I can swim and fish
Or in the North Dakota plains
To try a hot beef dish

My home may be in Hawaii
To watch for seals and whales
Or ‘neath the Arizona sun
To hike the desert trails

My home may be in Nebraska
Among the stocks of corn
Or somewhere under Texas stars
Where many sheep are shorn

My home is where my toothbrush is.
That’s what I always say
I love to travel far and wide
As I go on my way