Monday, September 30, 2019

Poetic Bloomings form triolet


Grief

Grief’s a lengthy charliehorse of the soul
Heart’s searing pain that doesn’t seem to quit
When love meets tragedy, taking its toll
Grief’s a lengthy charliehorse of the soul
The scar remains, but you can become whole
Grateful for hope and joy, clinging to it
Grief’s a lengthy charliehorse of the soul
Heart’s searing pain that doesn’t seem to quit

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Poetic Blooming legend


Angels rejoice
over repentant souls
turning to Jesus,
but when humans
reject Him,
angels cry tears
of falling stars.

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Poetic Bloomings character (Tom Sawyer)


Painting, painting, painting.
Wishing my friends would fall
for sharing with me in the fun
for the price of an apple or nickel.

Friday, September 27, 2019

Poetic Asides absent


To be absent
is to be present somewhere else.
May I prioritize through Your eyes.

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Getting something back


Getting My Hubby Back

I met my hubby to be in June of ‘77
on a summer stay in Wyoming.
We started dating in July and I
went back to Pennsylvania in August.

We courted long distance by phone calls
and letters for two years till marriage.
Recently, we came back from vacation
in Washington, to our home in Colorado.

We found the washing machine hose
broken and our house flooded.  
With him being disabled, he’s now
living with our kids in Arizona.

So we email, while I remodel the house,
reminiscent of dating. It’s kind of nice,
but I anticipate getting my hubby back
to celebrate our fortieth in October.  

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Poetic Blooming Senses with a twist


Prayer

Seeing His invisible beauty
Hearing His silent voice
Feeling His intangible presences
Tasting the richness of His grace
Breathing in the fragrance of His Holiness
This is what we receive in prayer.

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Dance


Dance to Romance

Let feet tap and move and dance
It’s the time to take a chance
Turn the music up real loud
Join the fun of dancing crowd

Do the Java like in France
You might find a new romance
Hold her tight beneath full moon
Swing and sway and hum a tune

Fall in love at her first glance
She will set you in a trance
As you glide in harmony
You will feel felicity

Let feet tap and move and dance
It’s the time to take a chance
Turn the music up real loud
Join the fun of dancing crowd

Monday, September 23, 2019

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Poetic Asides Kouta

Fairy Dance
(a Kouta)

Silver slippers dance along
In the soft moonlight
Dainty fairies sing their song
Deep into the night 

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Poetic Asides Marriage


Good Trip/Bad Trip

Every year, my kids and I would travel
two thousand miles to their grandparents,
and that’s when the speed limit was 55!
Before those trips, and all others, I’d say,
“This could be a good trip or a bad trip,
depending on how you treat each other.
My kids always were great travelers.
What would happen if religious leaders
would say this to all wedding couples?

Friday, September 20, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Octameter


Stormy Evening

Leaves tremble in wind
A storm approaches
Fragrance fill the air
Coolness strokes my cheek
A cat saunters by
Lending its mystique
Large, purplish clouds dim
Touches mountain peak

I breathe it all in
As I hurry home               
I know no one’s there
Thunder rumble, growls
Quickly turn the key
A dog nearby howls
Normal, so to speak
I try not to freak

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Poetic Asides Roundel


Hello, Lord

Hello, Lord. Are you there?
If You are, I won’t be bored.
I need to know that You care.
Hello, Lord?

It helps to know that I’m adored.
That way, I have love to spare.
Let us be of one accord.

I need You like I need the air.
And my food is Your Word.
Thank You for the grace You share.
Hello, Lord!

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Poetic Asides anecdote


His Unorthodox Ways

After twenty years of care-giving,
my house had taken a beating
and I was praying about remodeling
and the finances it would take.

I also prayed about taking time
to clear out the junk in the crawl space.
When I came home from vacation,
my house had flooded from a broken hose.

It destroyed the carpet and linoleum in five rooms.
The crawl space was soaked and everything
had to be brought up and gone through.
Insurance would pay for work and repairs.

And God said, “Here you go.”

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Poetic Asides Flamenca


I cool off my bare toes
Blissful sisters in row
They wiggle and dance
Enjoying the freedom
From the blues in tight shoes

Monday, September 16, 2019

cyhydedd hir mutant


I Have a Friend

I have a Friend who’s my delight
When all is dark, He is my light
In shining armor, He’s my knight
Oh, what a friend!

I wait on Him in quiet prayer
His still small voice tells me He’s there
Above all, He’s beyond compare
Mine till the end

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Poetic Asices Cyhydedd Hir


Sweet Vanessa

Her smile fills the room
Her laughter’s a boom
She chases off gloom
Sweet Vanessa

Her power she flaunts
She’s always up front
She can test ya

You go back for more
To see what’s in store
She’s one to adore
Won’t forget ya

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Poetic Asides Comic Characters


Riverdale

Whoever thought
that lovable but awkward Archie
likable and loyal Betty
flashy and coveted Veronica
and ego-maniacal but handsome Reggie
would turn into hedonistic teens
struggling to overcome the wrongs
of dysfunctional, psychopathic parents
of Riverdale?

Friday, September 13, 2019

poetic asides rumors


Rumors

R eadied lips
U ndertake
M ore stories
O nly they may or may not be true
R umors breed more rumors
S tabbing hearts

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Poetic Asides Virelei


(a virelai)

Family reunion
Some fun in the sun
Can’t wait!
We’ll all have great fun.
We’ll hike, bike and run.   
Mark date.
Soon the day has come.
Now, we have begun.
So great!

We’ll eat, and drink pop.
What weight?
We’ll see purple crop
At lavender shop.
High rate.
At the beach, we’ll stop.
Sensations! Can’t top.
Stay late.

We’ll ride on a boat.
By whales, we will float.
Six ton.
Some gifts we did tote.
We exchange and gloat.
Homespun.
Where next? We will vote.
We discuss and note.
We’re done.




Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Poetic Asides Haiku Remix


Corpse lies, absorbed life
Leads, heeds, solemn and surprise
Erase my disgrace

From After by Robert Browning

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Calliope


Idlewild Park

Every summer, our school held a picnic
at Idlewild Park, Ligonier, P-A.
We had to eat first before we could ride.
The train whistled for us in the forest.
We gobbled food fast to answer its call.

The Tildawhirl and the Paratrooper,
One low, one way up high, both dizzying      
The Caterpillar—covered and tilted
The roller coaster and the bumper cars
Painted horses of the merry-go-round

We would race to the fishing pond to see
how many cheap toys we’d win for a dime.
I’ll always remember how good chocolate
ice-cream tasted on a hot sunny day.



Monday, September 9, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Tribute


Betty Slade

My first twenty years writing,
I avoided poetry like poison ivy.
Most poems I read, I had no idea
what the poet was writing about.
I wanted my writing to be understood,
not some mysterious code. But sometimes
unsolicited poems popped out.
I shoved them in an envelope marked,
Poems: finished and unfinished.
One day at an artists and writers retreat,
the director, Betty Slade, asked me to read.
Working on a novel at the time,
I read a couple of my poems,
since they were short. The attendees’
enthusiastic response surprised me.
Betty told me I should put my poems in a book.
So I took out the big old envelope
and finished and revised them.
From that experience, I learned
how to write poetry without waiting
for them to materialize from strong emotion.
Betty lit the match causing a poetic explosion.

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Second wind


Third Wind?

It took a second wind,
a strong wind to blow me on to a stage
wearing a cap and gown for my degree.
The second wind blew me through
working on online classes each evening
and writing weekly papers while caregiving.
I graduated from high school in 1976,
from college in 2017, at almost fifty-nine.
It would take a mighty third wind for my master’s.

Saturday, September 7, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Lannet


Shannon Falls

I heard of Shannon Falls by tragic means:
three adventurous vloggers dying there.
Nevertheless, I longed to see the falls,
simply because they bore my maiden name
and I lived near Shannon Creek in P-A.
Once, I saw Shannon River in Ireland,
fulfilling a childhood dream, ‘bout sixty.
After vacationing in Washington,
we four drove to British Columbia.
Picnicked at Shannon Falls Provincial Park.
Took pictures of Shannon Creek and its sign.
Walked up the steep path to the viewing sight.
Shannon Creek falls over one thousand feet,
a long bridal veil twisting in the wind.

Friday, September 6, 2019

Poetic Bloomings good advice


Pastor Smith

He took me down the Romans road.
That’s where I met the Lord.
I could see what He did for me.
His Word was like a sword.

It pierced my teenage heart that day.
I saw Him as the only way
to life and light and all things good.
I aim to follow Him as I should.

Now the pastor’s old and gray
and waits to start his New Day.

Thursday, September 5, 2019

Poetic Blooming wanting something to last


Lickety-split

I love vacation and traveling.
But just like a delicious dessert,
they’re soon gone and I’m left
looking and hungering for more.

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Poetic Blooming wrong turn


GPS

The GPS,
it is the best
to get from point A to point B.
But I confess,
it’s still a mess
with disoriented folks like me.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Poetic Blooming Poetic Exercise


Step by Step

I’m climbing up this mountain of my life
Some days contain a spicy scent, some bland
Some action-packed and others not so much
A quiet walk along a lake of dreams
The power of light laughter among friends
The gentle strength of a loved-one’s embrace
A song that serenades me deep within
I find that fences keep me on the path
With each new year I only take next steps
A giant mountain top reached bit by bit



Monday, September 2, 2019

Poetic Bloomings hobbies


Hobbies

Being well rounded applies to more than my physique.
I have a plethora of hobbies I tend to each week.
Jigsaw puzzles to remind me to take one task at a time.
Writing stories, for adults and kids, and poems that may rhyme.
Drawing and painting in mostly acrylic.
To paint Plein Air, to me, is idyllic.
I’m always itching to travel to somewhere new.
The places I don’t want to go, truly are few.
I love to read novels, poems, and memoirs galore,
And to browse used book shops to see what’s in store.
I enjoy hiking mountain trails till I can barely move.
At times I dance when getting in the groove.
I’m learning to play the ukulele and can play the Hokey Pokey.
I like to sing around the campfire even if it’s smoky.
Kayaking in the lake or bay always is a thrill.
And riding bikes, I enjoy, especially downhill.
I like to crochet, mostly blankies for newborns.
And to brush out alpacas before they are shorn.
I took a photography class and love snapping photos.
I like to go snow-shoeing whenever it snows.
As you can tell, I can go on and on.
But I best get to bed because I’m heading west at dawn.







Sunday, September 1, 2019

PB PEOD favorite subject


Math and Literature

All through school, math and literature
became my equally favorite subjects.
I perceived math as puzzles, for fun.
Only, when it came to applying algebra,
trigonometry, geometry and calculus,
I was fairly clueless. When was the last
time I worked an algebra problem?
Like math, I loved literature and read all
the stories before being assigned them.
The difference is that literature has become
important to me, an integral part of who I am.