Poetic Bloomings goodbye

Saying Goodbye to Summer

Saying goodbye to you, summer,

is like waving at the Shanghai Maglev

as it speeds by at 267 m.p.h..

PA diminishing verse

Since this meeting she started to chair

She has been fiddling with her long hair

Attempting to put on an air. 

Poetic Asides Wordle: ghost, crack, free, hand, check, know

Old Friend

A ghost of the past

Slips through the crack

Free to roam

Hand in hand with me.

I check my heartbeat

To know I’m alive.

And then, she’s gone again.

Poetic Bloomings naani

Not in a rush to love,

taking one tentative step at a time,

until light shines through shadows,

swimming in joy.

Poetic Bloomings Naani

Color me orange

Poke me awake

Let autumn cadence

Breathe in me a million giggles and grins

Can't write a poem poem

Elusive Poem

Sometimes my words

Flow from my finger tips

But there are some days

My creativity slips

So I look for inspiration

And take time to pray

And then voilà!

I write a poem that way

Poetic Asides Landay

Have Not

Our God answers prayers, we often say.

But we are much too busy to take time from our day.

For out troubles, we take God to task.

He will take time to answer, if we take time to ask.

Poetic Bloomings Mineral

Titanium

Titanium is silver

Low density and strong

In soils, water, and rocks.

It makes good glasses

Jewelry and phones

But keep it away from my socks.

Poetic Bloomings vegetable

Carrot

The carrot wears

Its feathered cap.

And hides beneath the ground.

Loosen its soil

Then pull it up.

While it’s still pointing down.

Poetic Bloomings animal

Kangaroo

She hops about

Searching for food

With joey in her pocket.

She nibbles on grass

And sees you coming

Then takes off like a rocket.

PB line messaging

Spiritual Radio

Knowing that God loved us so much

He sent His Son to die

and His Holy Spirit to live inside,

I try to listen for God’s still, small voice.

                                                                             

Responsibilities clamor. The to-do list is long.

The foggy mind can barely hang on to a thought

beyond go here and there, do this and that.

It’s like trying to tune in a radio full of static.

And it takes effort and discipline

to train the mind to quit

judging, ridiculing, condemning myself.

I must take care of the interference.

Instead, meditate on His word, His love

His heart, His hope, His essence,

and, for at least an hour, rid myself

of the world’s distractions and busyness.

Static

I try to listen to God’s still, small voice.

It’s like trying to tune in a radio full of static.

I must take care of the interference

of the world’s distractions and busyness. 

Poetic Asides struggle

Sugar War

Sugar is like a stealth bomber

cloaked in so many foods I love.

Going down the grocery aisle

is like tiptoeing through a minefield.

Skipping sugar shows how much

a prisoner of war I am, with aches,

moodiness and sluggishness.

I may never win the victory

of being completely sugar free,

but I can comfort myself knowing

less is better that more.

PB favorite food

Venison

In a big iron skillet,

Mom would cook venison,

(We just called it deer meat)

with gravy until tender

and I didn’t care so much

about the corn, tomatoes,

potatoes, lettuce plucked

right from the garden. I

could have eaten venison,

just venison, and I would

have been happy.

Poetic Asides Plus One

Shuteye Delayed

Parked before the screen

Addicted to a series

On Netflix streaming

Just one show before bedtime

But alas when it’s over

I sit through one more, plus one

PB Bussokusekika 575777

 Housework Neglected

Crumbs crunch underfoot

Smudges cover kitchen floor

Dirt and dust taunt me

I chose to do other things

But now I want nothing more

Than to see sparkle and shine

PB ice cream flavor, but not ice cream

Chocolate Marshmallow

Inwardly, he’s chocolate marshmallow ice cream

Sweet, addictive, mushy

Outwardly, he’s a humble paper cup

PB euphony 9-8

Travels

My memories rest on many miles

From ocean waves to mountain trails

Poetic Asides A year in the life of

College after Fifty

My first year of college, after fifty, I

studied at night when I wasn’t taking

care of people, or cleaning the house,

or writing my novel, or working on

something for my writers group, or

completing a devotion assignment, or

writing poetry, or doing yardwork, or

critiquing manuscripts with a friend, or

attending meetings, or doing paperwork,

or going to church, or attending women’s

Bible study, or praying, or eating out,

or playing Words with Friends, or reading,

or coloring owls, or making phone calls,

or walking, or watching dumb TV shows,

or talking on the phone to my children,

or perusing Facebook posts and videos.

I studied at home in Colorado. I studied

in Arizona, Wyoming, Nebraska, South

Carolina, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and

Florida. I took a break on a Caribbean

Writers Cruise and then all of a sudden

my 1st year of college after fifty—gone!

And now almost my second.

Poetic Bloomings the moon

The Moon

The moon sat on the mountaintop,

as if it were going to camp there.

Reluctantly, it disappeared,

perhaps searching for poets to inspire

for a romance to rekindle,

or a lake, to admire its own reflection.

Poetic Asides Let the good times roll

One of those Mornings

There they go in the van.

They’re bathed and clothed and fed.

So let the good times roll.

While I go back to bed.

Poetic Bloomings Pick a form

Sonshine

When luck is down, my prayers go up,

And I request He fill my cup.

At times, I feel that I will drown,

My prayers go up, when luck is down.

When feeling blue, I sing to Him,

Thought it may sound so dull and grim.

It’s just a thing, I’ve got to do.

I sing to Him, when feeling blue,

Like after rain, the sun appears

His still small voice comes to my ears

He comforts me in all my pain.

The sun appears, like after rain.

Poetic Bloomings change

Change

Now is a strange thing

It doesn’t last

But a thousand nows later

We never reach then

Poetic Asides Flight

A Lesson in Trust

We flew over red ridges of Utah,

with the thin sheet of metal

of our Volkswagen-bug-like plane

separating us from two-thousand feet of air.

PB dodoitsu

I just keep kicking the can

Down the thoroughfare of life

Not paying much attention

To cars racing by

PB dodoitsu

Up at two AM again

Wishing to go back to sleep

If you reap what you sow

How do I sow sleep?

PB Olympics

Confidence Isn’t Everything

The blood flowed in her veins like ice.

She challenged people here and there.

Her place was not to be Miss. Nice.

She figured that no one would care.

To her it seemed like just a game.

Her spirit was to do or die.

Said action was her middle name.

Her confidence did reach the sky.

The ribbon pride wound round her neck

The day her dreams came all to naught.

The angry crowd kept her in check,

Yet for the prize, she took her shot.

Her failure plainly there in print.

She thought she’d win, alas she didn’t.

PA scene from movie

Parking

He’s alone in the car with her

just as he had planned.

When he begins making his moves,

she’s ready with bare shoulders,

bright shiny eyes and a smile.

He shrinks back in terror.

She’s his mother.

He’s got to get back to the future.

PB cascade

The Fence

The land before him is immense.

He came a week ago today.

And now, he’s here to build a fence.

He’ll be here, now, for a long stay.

He dreams good things to come his way.

Forgetting life he left behind,m

His folks had thought he lost his sense.

But he believes he saved his mind.

He’d live here now from this time hence.

The land before him is immense.

The mountains speak of steadfast things

Compelling him to think and pray.

Will he regret he cut those strings?

He’d only know on judgement day.

He came a week ago today.

T’was nothing left that he could do.

His move had been a great expense.

He will just have to see it through.

The grasses here are thick and dense.

And now he’s here to build a fence.

If he could just fence in his life

And keep his problems there at bay.

Yes, he could breathe without the strife.

Let country living hold its sway.

He’ll be here, now, for a long stay.

A red-winged blackbird sings its song.

He gathers hopes like a bouquet.

This is where all his hopes belong.

As sun sets, grace is on display.

He dreams good things to come his way.

PB missed out this year

This Summer

When winter tarries,

I imagine taking walks

all over the neighborhood,

through the canyons,

and up to the mountain top.

But now during summer,

the only mountains I meet

are dishes, school work and paperwork.

When it cools,

perhaps I’ll have a little time

to feel uneven ground under my feet

blue skies, pines and golden aspens overhead

with silver slivers of falls in the distance. 

Poetic Asides Quadrille

Uplifting

U nderneath a canopy of clouds

P uffing with a dragon’s breath, a hot-air balloon,

L ifts us high

I n a large wicker basket

F loating quietly, peacefully

T raveling along over the town

I look up

N odding to the

G od of Heaven with a wink and a smile.