Postcard # 14

Autumn

Tumbling Water

Decaying Building

It’s all fall

But the mountains stand tall.

If they would move,

God is still our refuge and strength.

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.  Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.

                                                                               Psalm 46:1-2

Postcard # 13

Oh My!

The happy black bear 

dances through the dandelions,

spilled yellow paint 

across the valley floor. 

He thinks he found the yellow brick road.

He looks for lions,

tigers, 

and Dorothy.

Oh my!

Postcad # 12

Colorado

The word “color” seems

 to stand out in Colorado today,

Not just red, 

but blues, white, silver, grays,

oranges, purples, yellows, greens,

painting my soul,

allowing it to sing in harmony

with God and the angels.  

Postcard # 11

Skiing

Strap on skis

Grab poles and push off

Heart races

Snow flies out

Mountain scenery speeds by

You made it!

Stop and look back and up

As the ant-like skiers approach

Postcard # 10

Paint me a picture with words

Sing me a song with colors

Tell me a story with melody

And I’ll dance to the music of your soul. 

Postcard # 9

Mountains

M ajestic mountains

O verlook a fertile valley

U nder a cloudy sky

N ew wild flowers spring up

T elling of their creator

A wesome, amazing, beautiful

I worship Him gladly

N ow, in the solitude of a

S unlit collage of wonder

Postcard #8

Little Blessings

In situations as harsh as the highest mountains,

 it’s the little things,

 like wildflowers, butterflies and bird songs 

that brightens a person’s day. 

When Dad had Alzheimer’s, 

he forgot it wasn’t manly 

to say, “I love you,” 

or bring roses from the garden. 

Postcard # 7

Colorado Romance

Walking hand in hand 

Talking heart to heart

Our feet crunch crispy leaves, 

while aspens rattle their castanets. 

Doves call in their rhythmic, low voices.

A lake mirrors Colorado wonders,

including two people in love.

postcard #6

A choir of evergreens

 don white robes

 and sing God’s praise.

Postcard #5

Bright flower children dance in open fields 

watched over 

by their stern-faced mountain parents.

Postcard #4

Columbine 

A dainty flower 

A tragic event

A reminder 

Life is lovely, yet fragile 

postcard #3

Beauty beckons

Cliffs, canyons, curvy roads 

Dreams of exploration

Post card # 2

Wailing wapiti wander

through tall grasses

in search of golden dreams.

Post Card #1

Colorado

Blue sky tints mountainous mounds purple. 

Pine trees trudge up their sides. 

It takes elegant effort 

just to breathe in the beauty.

PA prompt

Nature

We walked toward the golden sunset.

A bare tree protruded from the earth

at a sixty degree angle,

its limbs curved like snakes,

tapered and spread out like veins

in an oldster’s hand.

Surrounding it, lively bushes

swayed in the breeze,

like a host of youngsters

giving homage to the aged.

I wish people were more like that.

CB prompt

Here lies a man named Johnny White

He never knew a wrong from right

He hurt and stole from those around

He bothers no one in the ground

CB prompt

Wee Hours 

The house is still asleep.

Peaceful.

It’s dark outside.

The stove light seems bright,

as well as the green numbers

on the clock, stereo and microwave.

I sit in my comfy chair

with my laptop glowing

and my cat purring on my lap.

There’s a chill in the air

and my bare legs are covered

by an afghan my sister had crocheted.

The only sounds are the clock ticking

the refrigerator humming

and an occasional creak of the house.

Knick-knacks, furniture, pictures on the wall

are all just shadows.

I sip the last of my hot tea with cream and sugar.

Maybe I can get some more writing in

before the troops arise.

Poetic Asides Beauty

Beauty’s Sting

When I view lovely mountains,

those white-topped purple tents.

Or the ocean rolling rumbling vast and deep,

hiding  wondrous worlds.

Or the desert with Saguaro

stretching their limbs toward Heaven.

I hurt with regret

of not being immersed in beauty more often.

I make a promise to myself

that I seldom keep. 

CB prompt

The Mountain Pass

The fierce winds blew the snow across the road

The posts along the way, her only guide

Her windshield cracked that morning at the side

Beneath the empty air, the river flowed 

She carefully ascended up the pass  

She thought of her two children in the back

For them she must continue on the track

Her reverie, for certain, didn’t last

The snow and wind blasts whittled on her nerves

Her life before just seemed to fade away

She pictured her car plunging in the gray 

As she prevailed upon the mountain curves

The fierce winds blew the snow across the road

The hungry mountain pass had been denied

Beneath the empty air, the river flowed  

PA prompt

Camel’s Back

Four flat tires

Dishwasher leaving dirty dishes

Clothes dryer taking forever

Empty-pockets broke

Winter coat zipper zips no longer

Breakdown 

CB wordle of sorts

Morning Tea

The smell of burning leaves

Jarred me from my reverie

I took a bite of my muffin

And sipped my hot spiced tea

It was smooth as a jaguar

Strong as a slab of beef

I won’t harp on it anymore

But I tag this tea as chief              

PA prompt

Next in Line

Where do you go

to stand in the Grandma line?

I should be next.

All my friends are posting

their little cherubs’

 pictures on Facebook,

buying toys at Wal-Mart

and browsing through

those cute little onesies.

I’d be standing there

tapping my toes,

reading magazines,

and all those things

you do waiting in line.

Hoping someone will say,

“Next!”

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Wistful Winds

O, why can’t it always be autumn?

Sunny afternoons, chilly nights

Crispy, crackling, swishing leaves

Inciting adventure

Creativity

Exploration

Oranges, Reds

Yellows

Gold

CB eavesdropping

Sunday Morning

I should have brought your hairbrush out.

I don’t know if he’s going to be in there long or not.

We’ve got lots of time before we go.

Still have to give him his pills.

One more Luna bite.

I wonder if he’s aggravated at me

as I sit here and write a poem

while he gets our duo ready to go out the door.

He doesn’t know that I’m tired, and right now,

I’d just as soon go back to bed than to church.

Jan 7 PA

Unretired

Though she’s supposed to be retired
A pastor’s wife may be recalled
When hubby’s service is required

She smiles as she is reinstalled
She thought those fish bowl days were past
A pastor’s wife may be recalled

Had hoped the quiet times would last
Although she thrived as pastor’s wife
She thought those fish bowl days were past

At first, she balked at public life
A shy farm girl, she had her dreams
Although she thrived as pastor’s wife

She’s happy though, or so it seems
She graciously gives her support
A shy farm girl, she had her dreams

Above all she obeys the Lord
Though she’s supposed to be retired
She graciously gives her support
When hubby’s service is required

CB animal

Indecisiveness 

Egg laying

young nursing,

duck-billed,

beaver-tailed,

otter-footed,

venomous,

furry but waterproof

platypus.  

Seems like it’s not quite sure what it wants to be.

Just like me.

CB prompt A dream

Maybe Someday

My husband and I travel in the summers

(and enjoy it)

in our brand new motor home

(remember this is a dream).

We go to churches across the nation,

(stay a week or so)

paint murals in Sunday School rooms,

sing at services and write stories

of God’s workings in individual members

(Miracles Among Us).

We use our millions we make

(don’t laugh)

to help ministries help others.

CB prompt

Multifaceted Family

If you pulled my four sisters

and I aside individually and asked

us to describe our growing up years,

our mom and dad, each other,

our friends and relatives, our house,

our country neighborhood,

the things we did for fun,

how we celebrated birthdays and holidays,

how we spent vacations,

our financial situation,

what we were allowed to do,

what we got in trouble for,

the problems we faced,

how we handled chores,

meal times, school work,

what Dad and Mom taught us,

we’d sound like we came

from five different families.

I’m always surprised

when we get together and reminisce,

and it gets odder as we get older.

Creative Bloomings Christmas memory

Christmas Memory

I remember the Christmas

we had hamburgers.

No tree. No decorations.

Well, maybe a string of lights.

My tummy resembled

a Christmas turkey,

three days before my daughter was born.

Got a phone call.

Grandma Peters died.

No, we’re not going to the funeral.

Waiting for our Christmas present

to make her entrance

into the world.

We brought her home

in a Christmas stocking.

acrostic

Increased Faith  

I want to walk by faith, not by sight.

N ever to walk in darkness, but in light.

C hrist Jesus is the light, the door, the way.

R emind me to walk in His steps today.

E liminate all that stands against Your will for me

A nd open my ears to hear and my eyes to see.

S pirit move over me in Your great love

E mbrace me with Your peace from above

D eliver me from evil that I may not sin

F ather may Your Spirit rise within

A nd may I walk in Your perfect way

I pray that I will follow You and not stray

T oday please increase my faith to Your glory

H ave Your way in this child’s story

Poetic Asides Party

Slumber Party

Party?

Not hardly.

Visiting daughter

who has to get up at four AM.

I planned to whisper

Happy New Year

to my husband,

but instead

I fell asleep at ten.