Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Stroke poem

When it Rains

Since hubby had a stroke
Had three flat tires
A cracked windshield
A hacked computer
A clogged toilet

Because of God,
when I am weak
I am strong.
See me flex
my muscles.

Monday, August 14, 2017

August 14, 2017

Van full of equipment
Wheelchair, bath chair, commode rails
Hoping they won’t grow old at my house

August 13, 2017

Discreet Goodbyes

The nurses looked a little teary
When they said their goodbyes
Wheeled him to our van, waiting
But when he pulled out the urinal
They went back in commenting
About watering the bushes

August 12, 2017

Prayer Meeting

Being prayed for in Jesus’ name
By a group of brothers and sisters
In the presence of the Holy Spirit
Like taking a soothing bubble bath
My mind and soul are squeaky clean

August 11, 2017

Helping hubby since his stroke
Do his bathroom duties
For better or for worse
Not what I had in mind
But it’s okay

August 10, 2017

Justin takes a bath
Squirts me with his bath buddies
Wipe off my laptop

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Poetic Asides money

Someone hacked me who is cruel.
No, I’m not in Istanbul.
I need no money or your pity,
No sick aunt in New York City.
I do have a hubby who had a stroke,
but don’s send money, we’re not broke.

Aug 8 Ballad form

Morning News

When I go out my door, today,
in trusty tennis shoes.
I pad along with ears alert
to hear the morning news.

The sparrows twitter cat is near.
I see her hiding there.
The postman’s started out his rounds.
The morning weather’s fair.

But judging by the soggy leaves,
it rained here in the night.
The neighbors must have stayed out late.
The house is locked up tight.

The silence signals all is well
while people start to stir.
Then soon to-dos will shout out loud
and day will be a blur.

Monday, August 7, 2017


Hotel Bed

This is an ode to the hotel bed
that spits you out upon your head.
With mattresses piled to make them wobble,
a night on them will make you hobble.
But if you manage to stay in the middle,
you’ll awake as fit as a fiddle. 

Aug 6 Iambic pentameter (almost)

Divine Companion

Some years ago, I had a lonely time.
It seemed my friends were dropping like dead flies.
One died. One moved. One drifted far away.
And one pursued some new relationships.
The Lord reminded me of Shannon Creek.
My childhood years, my parents ran a park,
a place where folks had fun in Snannon Creek.
And even when the pretty park closed down,
all of us neighborhood kids would play there.
 The old abandoned park with broken bridge
was where I liked to go as moody teen.
One particular wintry New Year’s Eve,
my three best friends went off and left me home.
I sat on the old crumbling bridge and watched
the ice, the twigs, the brown dead leaves rush past.
I heard His voice above my heavy thoughts.
“I want to be with you my precious child.”
Though none on earth wanted to be with me,
the God who made the universe so did.
He cleared the way so I could be with Him.  
At home, I celebrated with my King.
I read fourteen to seventeen of John. 
Christ’s friends were sad that he would go away.
Abide in me, He said, so you’ll bear fruit.
He wants to hang out with each one of us.
So God reminded me of this again.
Instead of grumbling, thank Him for His love.
He paid it all for us to come to Him.
Don’t wait until you’re down and feeling blue.
Enjoy your friends, let Him fulfill your life.

Aug 5 Patterned after Frost's Snowy Evening

A Silly Dream

I dreamed a very silly dream
Containing a romantic theme
A boy I once knew long ago
We met at last with eyes agleam

I told him what he didn’t know
That I did want him as a beau
First grade paired up to do our work
He asked me to but I said no

He must have thought I was a jerk
Though I declined without a smirk
Already promised a shy friend
One who displayed not just one quirk

He asked, “We’re beaus until the end?”
I had to turn him down again
I made a vow I cannot bend
I made a vow I cannot bend 

Friday, August 4, 2017


Dozing Off

He dozes off in his wheel chair
He walked the loop three times today
Sometimes it seems that it’s not fair
He dozes off in his wheel chair
Sometimes it seems too much to bear
We count on all of those who pray
He dozes off in his wheel chair
He walked the loop three times today

triolet 8 3 17

The Simple Things

The light ring rings to call the nurse
The simple things are luxuries
But we are glad things are not worse
The light ring rings to call the nurse
As we partake in Adam’s curse
You will get better by degrees
The light ring rings to call the nurse
The simple things are luxuries

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Poetic Asides Error

By a Thread

“I told you I was sick,” you said.
I told you to have your bp read.

You could be dead
Instead, part of your brain died in your head.

Now you can’t get out of bed
without help. We know not what’s ahead.

You must take your med
so the illness doesn’t spread.

I’ll see that you’re fed.
I love you since we wed.

Nearly forty years ago. No dread.
We trust the one whose blood was shed.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

With thoughts of Robert Frost

Back Home

I once used to chase fireflies about
When I was little and liked to go out
Barefoot, running free, breathing country air
Sisters and friends playing, good times to share
Laughing and having fun, without a doubt

Riding my bicycle up the long drive
Tending the gardens and watching them thrive
Playing ball, badminton, and hide and seek
And building a rock dam in Shannon Creek
Always running outdoors, feeling alive

And now the pines are as big as the oak
The weeds the driveway has begun to choke
The little red house is no longer there
The land’s now home to deer, rabbits and bear
Many feelings these images evoke

Monday, July 31, 2017

Poetic Asides useful item

A long, round, pink sponge
fits on the end of a spoon
to help my husband use his left hand,
since now his right hand is useless.

A care giver has become a care-givee.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

elegy almost

Miracle on June 11th 2017

I would write an elegy but, you see, you didn’t stay dead.
Your wife and daughters cried and moaned in church
when they saw your blank eyes and greenish-gray skin.
They touched your wrist, your neck—no pulse.

I left the church with some others, thinking you were gone.
I thought about how your homecoming would be sweet.
I’d go home and put your wife on my widows prayer list,
but no, I’d wait for confirmation. There were people praying.

Then the amazing news that you visited heaven and returned.
You saw a dusty road, Jesus and millions of children,
We serve an awesome God. May others receive Him
because of your testimony of the things you’ve seen.

Happy 63rd Anniversary! 

Saturday, July 29, 2017


I ponder as he splishes, splashes in his bath
Allowing my muse to emerge from the waters

Friday, July 28, 2017


Warm bubbles
Relaxing, soaking, contemplating
Relieved, peaceful, hopeful, cheerful

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Devotional prayer

My Everything

It’s taking me awhile
to focus on You
and not be so distracted
by so many things.  
Sorry it takes me that long.

You make my life worth living.
You are what I have going for me.
Not my family and friends.
Not my church. Not my writing.
Not my money. Not my travels.

You are IT for me. I love You.
You are my strength and life.
You are the lover of my soul.
You promise me eternity.
Thank You this life isn’t all there is.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Prayer from devotions

Partnership Prayer

Sometimes when I feel sluggish,
it feels like I’ve always been this way  
and always will be.
Thank You, that’s not true.
Thank you for energy, motivation
and for when I can think clearly.

Lord, I want to partner with You.
I want to write what’s on Your heart
with words that will glorify Your name.
Help me be sensitive to Your Voice.
Please forgive me for all the times
I tarnish Your name with my words.
I get nervous about spending my time.
I’m so afraid I’ll waste it.
Lord, help me rest in You and be grateful
for time to spend in prayer and Bible Study.
If I don’t get anything else done today,
I know I chose the best part.

I give You this time back
and trust that You will let Your peace
and hope flood my soul
and that things will work out
 much better today
than if I hadn’t spent time with You.

So today, I eagerly look forward
to what You will work out for my good
 because I love You
and am called to Your purpose.
Please carry out Your purpose in me,
my family, my town, state, country, world.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Poetic Asides form poem

Sweet Sixteen

Was sweet sixteen so long ago
A high school junior with long hair
A date who drove like A. J. Foyt
No clue to what would lie ahead

I had my friends and Jesus, too
Was sweet sixteen so long ago
The moods that went so up and down
And having fun my main delight

The memories are jumbled now
The speeding car on PA turns
Was sweet sixteen so long ago
The many kisses in the night

The A. J. Foyt guy’s still alive
But he’s so far back in the past
I’m married now with two grown kids
Was sweet sixteen so long ago

Monday, July 24, 2017

From morning devotions

Thank You, God, Anyway

Yesterday—lazy and lethargic. Thank You
for an encouraging note from a friend,  
an invitation to a birthday lunch,
and a grocery trip with the family.  

Even though, when I went to the lunch
I was so rushed and stressed and cloudy
I wrote out the birthday card
to the wrong friend.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

From morning devotions

Thank You, God

Thank You for this wonderful day.
An early start. An early a nap,
 A friend in need of a ride.
Prayer time with other friends.
A quiet time with You.
Crossing to-dos off my list.
Making plans for fun days.
Thank You for loving me.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

From morning devotions

Foggy Morning Prayer

I’m feeling very foggy at 7AM.
Thankfully not 5 AM like yesterday.
Lord, please guide me as I make my plans.
You have a much better perspective than I have.
Sometimes when I get up in the morning,
 it seems I’ve forgotten how to live.

If I could do anything I want to do,
I don’t know what that would be.
Nothing appeals to me right now.
Lord, remind me to focus on You.
Please, help me wake up
and get more enthused about living. 

Friday, July 21, 2017

SCWA entry wordle

No Greater Love

The lonely woman dreamed illusive dreams
Her bitterness engulfed her like a flood
Her sordid past did hammer her with screams  
And fenced her off with memories of blood

The storm of guilt condemned her without end
It crackled through her veins like burning fire
It bugged her that she didn’t have a friend
She went full tilt into the mental mire

Her neighbors thrived on each exciting scoop
Her finger hesitated on the dial
She wouldn’t call that gossipy vile group
One golden thought did bring about a smile

With speed, she fell upon her knees in prayer
Beneath the moon, she met His loving care 

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.