Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Blessing

Blessing in Disguise

We raised two kids, then hosted four adults.
I thought we’d never have an empty nest.
We lived and loved in spite of all our faults.
For that season, it was all for the best,
Even though we greatly needed a rest.
Then tragedy came with Hubby’s two strokes.
When he walks, he struggles, he eats, he chokes.
It’s just him and me, at peace together.
We work word puzzles and laugh at our jokes.
Sun shines brightly after stormy weather.

Monday, December 30, 2019

PAD 20-3 light


The moon sat atop a street light
as if it belonged there. Now why
would it pretend to be manmade
when it was formed by God’s hand?
And why would we? 

Sunday, December 29, 2019

PAD 20-2 light, curtal sonnet


Storm

The western view is covered by gray clouds.
The mountains now are hidden clean from sight.
Two narrow trees wave gently in the wind.
The grayness slowly moves and all enshrouds
the yard and meets the shining eastern light.
The sun its light reluctantly rescinds.
The snow appears in giant, fluffy flakes.
It covers waiting landscape in pure white.
My patience waiting out the storm is thinned.
I’m looking forward to when the storm breaks,
I win!

Saturday, December 28, 2019

PAD 20-1 light, PB triolet



In kindness, let your light shine
Dispel darkness all around you
Let your heart with grace align
In kindness, let your light shine
With others let your light combine
Allowing vision that is true
In kindness, let your light shine
Dispel darkness all around you

Friday, December 27, 2019

PAD 19-3 Protagonist


Bible Stories

As I read the stories in the Bible
I often wonder what my story
would be like among the pages.
Would I be full of faith like Abraham?
Would I be as brave as David?
Would I be a daring leader like Deborah?
I picture me more like Rhoda,
a little servant girl
who was so excited
to hear Peter’s voice
after he escaped prison,
she forgot to let him in
when he knocked at the door.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

PAD 19-2 protagonist


Stock Characters

I get a little tired
of the spirited
green-eyed
auburn haired
protagonist.
Let her rest
with the original
Nancy Drew.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

PAD 19-1 protagonist


If…

I’m afraid if my life was a novel,
and I the protagonist,
it would be used to press flowers,
or as a booster seat for some toddler
trying to reach his peanut butter and jelly.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

PAD 18-3 music


Joy to the World

My church sings mostly choruses,
which I enjoy, but I miss hymns.
So when I jump on my rebounder,
I grab my hymn book and sing,
a sight and sound that I bet
hymn writers would never imagine.

Monday, December 23, 2019

PAD 18-2 music


Music Within

After my husband’s two strokes
I miss his voice the most,
his big booming singing voice.
A voice I could pick out in a crowd
or by which I could find him in a large building.
Now, he has a soft, distorted godfather voice.
His two guitars remain silent,
but his music hasn’t died.
At times, I see him rocking back and forth
bobbing his head to an inaudible tune.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

PAD 18-1 music


Spare Rooms

I’m at the age I have two spare bedrooms
which I am redecorating after a flood.
One serves as my office with periwinkle walls.
The other will be my sun room with a patio door
leading out to a large porch and back yard.

I painted the walls in various shades of orange.
It  will also serves as my exercise room,
my Jake room, where my charge with
autism stays when he comes to visit,
and my music room where I practice ukulele.

Soon to be added décor are my husband’s
bass and acoustic guitars, two violins,
my ukulele, harmonica, Irish flute, drum,
and two tambourines. I look forward
to a lot of life and inspiration in that room.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

PAD health 17-3


My Sanity

When my thinking twists in knots,
Up seems down and down seems up,
Clouds hover like on a stormy night,
And I feel lost and adrift on a vast sea,
I drag myself to my Bible and pray.
I set my mind on Who He is and I praise.
And He untangles, orients, shines
and pulls me safely back to land.

Friday, December 20, 2019

Poetic Bloomings snowbound acrostic 17-2


Snowbound

S now is coming,
N ow get ready
O ut you go to the store
W ith a long list for
B read, milk, TP and
O ther necessities
U ntil snow falls
N ice and steady
D oors close tightly

Thursday, December 19, 2019

PAD 17-1 Health


Hypochondria

My mom had her aches and pains
She’d groan and constantly worry
I would listen to her complaints
But forget them in a hurry

I think of her when I get a cold
When lots of tissues I sit among
She’d tell me, “Don’t get old!”
I’d ask, “So I should die young?”

And now the aches and pains are here
I’m surprised when I sound like her
But when it comes to worry and fear
She was the pro, I the amateur

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

PAD 16-3 free


Free in Jesus

May your spirit soar like an eagle
in a brilliant blue Colorado sky
over pines and aspens, red cliffs,
sparkling lakes and winding rivers.
May you find freedom in Christ.

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

PAD 16-2 free


Free? Are You Kidding?

My sister and I had a fantastic time
touring Scotland and Ireland,
but still, we had difficulties.
In the middle of the night,
after a wonderful medieval banquet
in a well-kept castle from the 1600’s,
my sister had to be rushed to the hospital,
"one of the best" in Ireland, for a week. 

The first couple days, she had her own room
until it was determined she wasn’t contagious,
then she slept on a stretcher in a crowded hallway.
Then up to a ward with many patients
with a bed and a chair and curtains in between,
though she was still on the "trolley" for a few days.
It was nightmarish to have to leave her there.

We also visited the Isle of Skye in Scotland.
It was said that not many young people lived there.
They had to move out to attend their free colleges
because they couldn’t afford cars.
Free medical care, free college,
free income under government control.
No thank you, the cost’s too high.    

Monday, December 16, 2019

PAD 16-1 free


Free Art

God has given us free art.
A glowing sun rising
over rhythmic waves.
A saguaro cactus reaching up
into a purplish moonlit sky.
Sun beams streaming
through golden aspens.
Rugged mountains overlooking
a peaceful pine-filled valley.
The Bible says that God expressed
His divinity and power in creation
so we may know Him.
Some paintings are worth millions,
but we get the best art for free.

Sunday, December 15, 2019

PAD 15-3 Middle


Middle of Things
(a triolet)

I like to be in the middle of things
Not on the outskirts of what’s going on
I want to be one than makes the world swing
I like to be in the middle of things
To be the one who pulls the strings
But I often find myself way out yon
I like to be in the middle of things
Not on the outskirts of what’s going on

Saturday, December 14, 2019

PAD 15-2 middle


My Middle

My middle is a big fluffy pillow
I have to wear tunics that ruffle and billow
It’s exhausting dragging around extra weight
Not having enough energy is what I hate
And looking pregnant is not what I like
And not being able to take a long hike
I wish I could learn how to be thin
So Lord, please change me from within

Friday, December 13, 2019

PAD 15-1 Middle


The Middle Sister

The middle sister of us five,
One up from me.
Red hair and blue eyes
Spunky and daring
 “The General” takes charge
Honest, sincere, compassionate, concerned
Creative, artistic, can make anything in a pinch
Energetic go-getter, funny
Loves the Lord, treasures her family
Encourages friends, helps others
My best friend throughout my life

Thursday, December 12, 2019

PAD 14-3 myth



Myth

M ay be true, may be false
Y esterday’s news affecting
T oday’s views  Truth
H idden in stories

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

PAD 14-2 myth


The Swamp Lady

I grew up near small town PA
Where a swamp lady lived not far away.
To the next town was a narrow, winding road
Through tall trees, with limbs gnarled and bowed.
On one side was a swamp far and wide
Where’s its said the swamp lady did abide.
No one knew much about her or her name
But when something bad happened she was to blame.
Not many believed that the story was true,
But we wouldn’t walk there at night, would you?

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

PAD 14-1 myth


Bigfoot

They say they that Bigfoot roams nearby
In Montezuma county
But you will never prove it by me
For I am a townie

They’re halfway between ape and man
Tall and somewhat furry
Proponents try to get pictures
Which are a bit blurry

Perhaps it’s all a delusion
That people are under
But there’s enough who do believe
That it makes me wonder

Monday, December 9, 2019

PAD 13-3 Persona


Carnival Glass Tea Cup

My first memory as a little carnival glass tea cup
was at a fair. I could hear the noises of the merry-go-round,
the men calling out to potential game players/money spenders,
and excited children laughing, and calling out to each other.

Being tiny I couldn’t see much of these things.
I sat by glasses and cups much bigger than me.
I could hear the clink of the coins as they hit their sides.
“Ouch that hurt! Don’t throw them so hard! Oh, that one tickled!”

Then I saw  him. The red headed kid about twelve years old.
He tossed a few nickels then bingo! it went inside me,
rolled around and it did tickle until it rested on the bottom.
I was snatched up and the boy they called Jim took me home.

I sat in a cozy home on the shelf for many years.
watching Jim’s large rowdy family. Then one day I turned up
at his daughter’s home.  I could tell she liked me a lot.
I sat on her favorites shelf for years watching her write.

But one day, sadly, she packed me up in a cardboard box.
Someone was moving in and she needed space.
So I sat for years in a dark crawl space until the flood came.
I thought I’d drown or freeze in the cold water but the flood abated.

I was put in a bag, in a big truck and hauled off to be sorted out
with thousands of other moldy items in large bags.
I’m now eighty-five years old and stashed away in a stinky mess.
I know she’s worried about me. Will she ever find me?

Sunday, December 8, 2019

PAD 13-2 persona



CPAP Mask

She says she can’t live with me
and she can’t live without me.
I help her breathe
and sleep at night.
I’m a CPAP mask.

I cover her mouth and nose
and let the air flow
to keep her breathing
and prevent her
earth-shattering snore.

But sometimes,
I wait till she’s in a deep sleep
and scooch to the side
and blow the air right in her face.
It’s a riot!

And sometimes if I tilt just right,
I blow raspberries!
What a hoot!
Ya ha ha!
I’m practicing my evil laugh.

Saturday, December 7, 2019

PAD 13-1 persona


Rhoda
(Acts 12)

I had worked for them honestly.
I’d never been lazy.
There they were all staring at me
and said I’d gone crazy.

I answered a knock at the door
and I heard Peter’s voice.
There was no question in my mind,
but I made a dumb choice.

I left poor Peter standing there,
excited that he came.
I went and told them the great news.
They gasped at Peter’s name.

King Herod’s soldiers had killed James
and then took Peter, too.
We were afraid that he’d be dead
before the night was through.

So we all met at Mary’s house.
Were on our knees in prayer.
And that is when I heard him knock
then left him standing there.

They thought I was stark raving mad.
“It’s him!” I insisted.
He kept on knocking until they
no longer resisted.

They went to the outer entrance
and let dear Peter in.
“An angel came and rescued me,”
he told them with a grin.

All of their mouths fell open as
he stood before their eyes.
We prayed for him the whole night long,
so why were they surprised?




Friday, December 6, 2019

PAD 12-3 form


(a gogyohka)

Reflective lake
Autumn trees
Colorado blue sky
Looming mountains
Lucky me in a kayak

Thursday, December 5, 2019

PAD 12-2 form


Just One More
(a clogyrnach)

The sun has risen to the top
I’m writing and I just can’t stop
Housework awaits me
Conscience berates me
One more line
It’s lunch time