Sijo

Autumn’s looking lovely lavishly dressed in golds, oranges, reds

But flaming colors snuff out quickly, giving way to whites and grays

Seasons strut their stylish stuff, each displaying its own beauty

Poetic Bloomings Chores

Indoor/Outdoor Chores 

Cooking

Cleaning

Scrubbing

Ironing

Hanging clothes on racks indoors

Those were chores I hated. 

But planting

Picking

Mowing

Raking

Hanging clothes on lines outdoors

Those were chores I liked.

Poetic Bloomings InForm Carpe Diem

Little Things

 

How shall I seize this day,

When I’m tied to tedium?

Seems like there’s no highs or lows.

Life’s set on medium. 

So I’m like a metronome

Plodding out my time,

Setting about the dailies

Far from the sublime. 

But wait, God is near

Sublime to the max.

Don’t need a telephone,

Computer or fax. 

Just a whispered prayer

Directed up above.

And he responds personally

In His eternal love.

His Spirit assures me

And my heart sings,

Till I see adventure

In even the little things.

 

 

 

October 12, 2012 Friday First Line by Robert Lee Brewer

My Bed is a Planet

My bed is a planet peopled by

my cat and me. Other planets

spin by but she curls up on my lap

next to my computer and she and I

explore the universe.

 

 

 

October 11, 2012 Thursday First Line by Robert Lee Brewer

Spinning to the End 

The world, a helicopter seed spinning,

out of control, but in somewhat of a pattern,

a bit graceful, but definitely landing.

Round and round we go, not knowing

when and where it will stop but we know

it will stop. Will we be ready or crushed

underfoot like a dry helicopter seed?

October 10, 2012 Poetic Asides Prompt First Line by Robert Lee Brewer

Better Views 

Trees hide the better views,

so they say, but I say

trees are the views—

tall thick oaks like beloved grandfathers

lovely golden aspens shaking castanets

weeping willows swaying like hula dancers

cottonwoods with seeded fluff like children blowing bubbles

pine trees, ever green and pointing up, godly reminders,

poplars, maples, elm, tulip, hickory, birch, ash, larkspur—

all lovely views within themselves. See, really see, the trees.

 

 

October 9, 2012 First line by Robert Lee Brewer

Ready on the Set 

I’m not sure who I am or what I want.

Sometimes it feels like I’m an actor

in a bad movie, eager for a new one.

Sometimes it feels like I’m directing

my own movie, but everyone has forgotten

their lines. Sometimes it feels like

the commercial break—time to turn down

the volume, get a snack and wait

for something interesting to happen.

But sometimes I feel like the spunky,

driven protagonist, giving it all I’ve got,

knowing the end will turn out well.