haiku

Thunder rumbles in

Gray puffy clouds darken sky

Rain drums on ridged roof

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

Poetic Asides Weather

Milky, heavy cloud

Rests grayly above the farm

Dwarfing trees and barn

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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

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

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