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

Poetic Blooming legend

Angels rejoice

over repentant souls

turning to Jesus,

but when humans

reject Him,

angels cry tears

of falling stars.

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.

Poetic Asides absent

To be absent

is to be present somewhere else.

May I prioritize through Your eyes.

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.  

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.

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

Poetic Asides Deibide Baise Fri Toin

Short summer

The end’s coming soon. Bummer!

We’ll all relax in the pool.

Cool!

Poetic Asides Kouta

Fairy Dance

(a Kouta)

Silver slippers dance along

In the soft moonlight

Dainty fairies sing their song

Deep into the night 

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?

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

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!

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.”

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

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

Poetic Asices Cyhydedd Hir

Sweet Vanessa

Her smile fills the room

Her laughter’s a boom

She chases off gloom

Sweet Vanessa

She knows what she wants

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

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?

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

Poetic Asides Virelei

Five Shannon Sisters Plus

(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 shop till we drop.

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.

Poetic Asides Haiku Remix

Corpse lies, absorbed life

Leads, heeds, solemn and surprise

Erase my disgrace

From After by Robert Browning

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.