seeds Poetic Bloomings

 Parental Seeds

 

Four sisters

All morning

Playing rounds

And rounds

Of Quiddler

And Splendor

Taking turns

Laughing

Savoring moments

That soon

Would be over

Reaping harvest

From seeds

Parents planted

Long ago

When they lived

Under one roof.

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Cooperation

Fleeting snow flutters to and fro

Yellow-green grass attempts to grow

 

Fingers encased in leather gloves

While gardener works to psalms of doves 

 

Nestled in the sheltering elms

Birds and bugs and opossum realms

 

Shadows dancing upon the rocks

Scattered among the purple phlox

 

The balance of nature and man

Each contributing what they can

 

Showing harmony is God’s plan

forget Poetic Asides

 

My Sister and I Playing Quiddler

Here’s a game you’d like, said my sis.

I’ll look up the rules I forget.

Okay, she says, it goes like this.

Starting with three letter-cards set.

Make a word, you catching on yet?

Now who dealt last time? Mark it down.

Is it my turn this time around?

Are we on round seven or eight?

Look up that word again—a noun?

This will take a while at this rate.

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Seed

 

S own into the dirt

E xtending to the sun

E xpressing beauty

D elivering fruit

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The Harvest

 

Tiny seeds

expand

into great things.

Make sure

what you plant

is what you want

to grow.

Chanso

 

St Patrick’s Day Party

 

One sister and I worked like fools

Got ready for all to descend

We filled sunroom with green shamrocks

To-do list seemed to have no end

 

We managed to eat and shower

And take a few breaks in between

And as time passed the food was made

Were ready and the house was clean

 

We met our niece’s  new husband

He was an Irish guy and nice

We laughed about our silly ways

The “Irish” food, it will suffice.

 

The sisters, cousins and their kids

Had a blast with one another

And pictures galore were taken

We spoke of father and mother

 

Shenanigan Squad read our shirts

But youngest sister missed the fun

She’ll fly in through Nebraska snow

Tomorrow we might have some sun

 

So hurrah for St. Patrick’s day

And Irish man who came our way

Chanso

 

At the Airport

 

The flight from Phoenix went so well

And here I sit to wait next flight

My almonds gone, Fig Newtons too.

I people watch within my sight.

 

Face masks required not all pay heed

And other folks seem not to mind

I fidget with mine, on and off

Most people act patient and kind

 

Some people read and some crochet

And some play games on their smart phones

Some run by so as not to be late

Sounds of beeps and various tones

 

I drink my water, type my words

And so I hurry up and wait

The clock ticks minutes slowly by

I wonder if I’m at right gate

 

I’m not so great at jumping hoops

I think I’ll stroll and check the sign

I’ll put my laptop in its case

And go to restrooms one more time

 

I’ll see my smiling sisters soon

I haven’t seen them since last June.

chanso Poetic Asides

 

Connection

 

I do not know you well

But a connection’s there

Our eyes meet with a smile

In yours, I see warm care

 

You gave a scarf today

When they were all for sale

I purchased candles, two

I bought them for the smell

 

No, not for scent alone

Their fragrance cheers my heart

But to return friendship

That flourished from the start

 

I wonder how it works

When meeting the first time

Some become friends fast, with

no reason and no rhyme

 

Some friendships take some time

Are molded like stiff clay

But through the ups and downs

May each go their own way

 

It is as if we’ve been

Dear friends from long ago

It is a mystery

I’m thankful, ever so

 

Though I don’t know you well

It’s as clear as a bell

Our friendship will not fail

Poetic Bloomings unprompt

 Mysteries

 

It’s natural to ask with ease

Why the entire world rages so

The mysteries of histories

Like candles flicker to and fro

 

Like snow stacks up and forms cold walls

Our passions build dividing us

The yellow sun rises and falls

And truth is blurred superfluous

 

Once white, now spotted, stained and still

We’ve skipped a beat or two or three

We shoulder burdens of the kill

Expecting a delivery

 

Emotions vaulting for the prize

And feasting on what others dine

And dance upon the world’s demise

Becoming old, gray and benign

 

And so the people rant and rave

And grapple with what they can trust

As moonlight shines upon the grave

The cold dead bones just turn to dust

 

Love haunts those who dare to believe

Enchanting those who will receive

 

 

 

 

gift Poetic Asides

 Gift 

G race

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F ull

T hrottle

Kiss Poetic Bloomings

 Kissless

 

If losing his ability to walk well

and talk clearly weren’t bad enough,

since his strokes, my husband

lost some control of emotions.

 

He cries when touched

by sermon or song

and giggles and laughs

when he’s delighted.

 

So when I kiss him,

he fairly explodes

and spits in my face

and kills the mood.

 

So I kiss him on his head

his ears, his neck

but not on the lips,

unless I catch him off guard

and get a quick one in.

Truth Poetic Bloomings

 

Though her words are true

honesty hides in them

like eggs in the straw.

Truth Poetic Bloomings

 Truth is a Person

 

Truth came embodied in the Lord

He walked among us, here on earth

From the day of His virgin birth

Jesus is one to be adored

 

His truth is like a key or sword

Pierces your soul or gives rebirth

Truth came embodied in the Lord

He walked among us, here on earth

 

We build our lives upon His Word

The Lord is of the greatest worth

The wise will worship from henceforth

No greater words were every heard

Truth came embodied in the Lord

He walked among us, here on earth

Chanso Poetic Asides

 

Spring

 

The springs in Colorado, full of snow

So Phoenix is a lovely place to go

To see my daughter and my son awhile

It’s sure to bring a good time with a smile

 

But then there is Lincoln, Nebraska spring

Where sisters will meet up by taking wing

But California sister is delayed

For Colorado snow will be displayed

 

The Lincoln rains arrive, periodic 

Which make our picnic plans so chaotic

The flowers in my sister’s yard arrive

They struggle like an orphan to survive

 

But this is not where I’m going to stay

One sister and I will be on our way

We’re headed to Florida on a plane

Spring there will be a mix of sun and rain

 

From mountains, desert, plains and sandy beach

A varied type of spring weather for each

There’s snow, and sun, and wind, and fog and rain

One after another like a long train

 

My spring this year will be a mixed-up lot

And hopefully a spring that time forgot

Happy Poetic Asides

 Smiles are More than Saying Cheese

 

What makes me smile, I have to think.

A sunny day and a cold drink

Time with friends, receiving a gift

Helping out or giving a lift

Getting an acceptance letter

When the sick feel a lot better

When someone likes a poem I wrote

Seeing dolphins leap by my boat

Pushing myself to my limits

Making the most of my minutes

Dancing, singing, riding my bike

Playing my uke, taking a hike

Swimming, walking along the beach

Listening to my pastor preach

Hearing a joke, winning a prize

Up in a plane in the blue skies

When numbers go down on my scales

Listening to interesting tales

To hold a puppy or a child

To have adventures, fun and wild

Travel with friends to somewhere new

The feeling when a project’s through

When someone cares and prays for me

Being with friends and family.

First Poetic Asides

 First Day of First Grade

It was my first day of first grade

My sis and cousin showed the way

At table full of blocks, kids played

The teacher had kind words to say

 

That day held great things to enjoy

Except for an annoying boy

He was loud and kicked at my seat

He made my first day bittersweet

Chapters Poetic Bloomings

 Our Nest

(Rime Royal)

 

My Mom and Dad’s nest, our nest, empty nest

Our time of our own nest was rather long

Much time and effort we both did invest

 

Our little birdies flew out with their song

But others flew in who were not so strong

 

Our nest is finally empty and it’s fine

For our flying and our song, it’s now time

Rime Couee

 

The Mountain Man

 

The mountain man upon my shelf

Ceramic, painted by myself

I felt creative as an elf

I made it for my dad

But he succumbed to his ill health

The mountain man is sad

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 The Sun Shines Warm

The sun shines warm at 3 o’clock.
I rest from work and watch my guy.
Once in a while, he meets my eye.
He makes his noises, does his walk.
He’s twenty-four and doesn’t talk.
And there’s no use to question why.
The sun shines warm.

At times I dream of what would shock,
That he’d be granted speech on high.
But I awaken with a sigh,
No magic key we can unlock.
The sun shines warm.

Occasion Poetic Asides

 Lord Willing

 

I bought three one-way plane tickets today.

And so what’s the occasion? you might ask.

A reunion in March, Nebraska way.

For all to assemble is no small task.

I’ll have to get used to wearing a mask.

Then my travel-buddy sister and I

To Saint Augustine Florida we’ll fly.

Then after two weeks of fun in the sun,

To Arizona, I’ll take to the sky.

In April, I’ll write word pictures, till done.

Love Poetic Bloomings

 

God is Love

 

Me trying to describe love

is like an ant trying to describe the ocean.

Mountains of mercy

Oceans of Grace

Someday we’ll be face to face

with the lover of our souls.

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 Praise God!

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Praise God.

For He is good

And worthy of all praise.

Let us worship and adore Him.

Let us be thankful for all He has done,

And all that He has given us.

Let us sing with great joy,

In Jesus Christ.

Praise God!

Round Poetic Asides

 

‘Round

 

‘Round and ‘round

Over and

Under

Near and far, Lord,

Direct me, as I go ‘round and ‘round.

Round Poetic Asides

 

The Shapes We’re In

 

Circle, rectangle, triangle, square

Shapes all around us, artists aware  

Observing shadows and lights

Painting moods and sights

Colors and canvas for those who dare

Medal Poetic Bloomings

 The Gold

 

Whoever pursues righteousness and kindness will find life, righteousness, and honor. Proverbs 21:21

 

A story from Special Olympics.

Two girls race for the gold.

One falls.

The other turns around,

helps the girl up.

Arm in arm

they cross the finish line together.

A picture of what life’s all about.

Deja vu Poetic Asides

 

Déjà vu

 

Am I just having déjà vu?

Or am I in a daily rut?

From when I rise to all day through.

Am I just having déjà vu?

Sometimes I long for something new.

I creatively make plans, but

Am I just having déjà vu?

Or am I in a daily rut?

My Life As... Poetic Bloomngs

 

My Life as a Caregiver

 

Of a two-year-old with autism.

He bounced around on his toes.

Gurgled at shiny doorknobs.

He said my name twice to his mom.

 

A twelve-year old with twisted body.

She couldn’t hear, see or talk.

I’d hold her on my lap and rock her.

Somehow, I felt privileged.

 

An old man with a loud voice.

Liked to play peek-a-boo at night.

Twiddled newspapers for fun.

One time, he winked at me.

 

A woman with a 200-watt smile.

She’d laugh like goofs were slapstick comedy.

She couldn’t talk, but we’d say hello

from our bedrooms each morning.

 

A man in his late thirties

who could say, “Coo-coo-cookie.”

Liked to walk and play noisy toys.

Would hug me and give me clicky kisses.

 

A lady in a wheelchair.

I helped her with housework and meals.

She caught COVID and died.

She was one of my dearest friends.

 

The boy with autism is back, now 25.

Watching Santa’s Coming to Town

for a year now. I have it memorized.

He pats my face with affection.

 

A stroke-survivor, man in his sixties.

Can walk with a walker and talk.

Laughs and cries a lot—my husband.

I don’t think caregivers retire.

Poet's block

 

Confidence

 

At times the words lay dormant in my mind

Refusing to come out my fingertips

Sometimes a writer’s work is so unkind

 

But faith allows the page to fill in time

No matter how unlikely is the rhyme

 

Reluctantly ideas soon will come

Yes, even from a mind that’s feeling numb

Imagine the world of. Poetic Asides

 

Transportation

 

What if you could transport yourself

to anywhere in the world?

Just concentrate on the castles in Romania,

the beaches in the Bahamas,

or riding horseback in Patagonia

and—hey presto!—you’re there.

 

Wouldn’t that be great?

But would you eventually

get tired of popping everywhere

and imagine yourself into

your old comfy recliner,

with a hot drink and a good book?

Morning prayer

 

Morning Devotion

 

This morning as I rise and pray

I give to You, my Lord, this day

All that I think and do and say

Let all this worship You

You are the truth, the life, the way

And You will see me through

Rime Couee

 

Reminder

 

The deeper I go into prayer

My hope climbs high like up a stair

Such a delight to know His care

Thought I forget some days

For this mistake I must beware

For He deserves the praise

Morning devotion

 

Faith

 

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1

 

I’ve got to start thinking

of my whole life

as an act of faith,

not looking

at those ugly disappointments

but keep moving forward

a piece at a time,

a step at a time,

a brush stroke at a time,

a word at a time

and above all,

a prayer at a time.