Creative Bloomings Pearl Harbor

It’s a shame when good

Needs a Pear Harbor-sized nudge

To overcome bad 

Quote

To Do or Write

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. -Benjamin Franklin

If we did nothing but write,

before long, we’d have nothing to write about.

If we never wrote,

our learning

our memories 

our appreciation

would suffer.

Let’s do both,

write something worth reading

and do something worth writing

so we may thrive.

extra fairy poem

Lily, Tilly, Milly, Spark and Lark

Mama Fairy came into the play room holding Lark the baby fairy.

Time to get ready for bed.

Put away your toys, Snack, drink, brush teeth. Baths. Potty,

Lily, Tilly and Milly set about doing all their mama said.

But Lark had just a few more things to do.

He had to call his friends Doodles and Noodles.

He had to feed his pet caterpillar.

And he just had to finish playing with his fire truck,

After all his action figure was about to burn to death.

Lily, Tilly and Milly were all cozy in their rooms.

But Mama had to help Spark

Put away his toys. Get him a snack and a drink.

Brush is teeth. Take a bath.

Spark sat up in bed, I have go to the bathroom.

Mama quietly led him to the bathroom.

Spark saw soap sitting at the sink.

Would it float.

Spark are you playing in the water

No just conducting an experiment.

Get to bed!

Spark lay in bed. Looking at the ceiling.

What was that noise something tapping on the window.

Mom there’s a troll trying to get in.

Mama came in

No just a branch in the wind.

Spark lay there a little while

Mama Larks making noise.

Mama came back in.

Lark will be quiet if you be quiet.

She patted the baby’s bottom

And soon Lark was quite.

Spark lay there a little longer.

He jumped out of bed

And ran to Mom who was reading a book.

I forgot to feed Peppers

No you didn’t go back to bed.

Mom looked like she was having too much fun.

Spark went out again.

Will you read me a story.

No, but I will read in your doorway.

Mama dragged her door to the doorway and began reading.

Spark came to the door and asked for another drink.

Mama pointed back to the bed.

Spark came to the door rubbing his belly.

I think I’m getting sick.

Mama pointed back to the bed.

Spark began to get out of bed

But he forgot why.

He had lots of thoughts running through his head.

Why was it that he needed to get out of bed.

He tried to think

But soon he fell asleep.

Poetic Asides difficulties

If I Had My Druthers

Lots of good things

come from difficulties:

Character growth

Problem-solving skills

New beginnings.

Even so,

I’druther not have them.

Creative Bloomings vers beaucoup

Christmas Lights in the Morning

The light is a sight and I might

fight to sit a bit

fit in the chair to stare

where the tree I can see in peace.

Creative Bloomings Helping Hand

Clarence and Marie

“Tell me what you’ll need,

and I’ll show you how to do without it,”

said the kind old man

who lived across the road.

But he and his wife did a lot for us

(a young couple and a baby)

living far away from home,

our friends and relatives.

They became our second parents,

inviting us over for holidays,

running  us to Bible Studies,

offering us help and encouragement.

We lost each other over the years,

but we’ll always be grateful for them.

Creative Bloomings fire in my soul

Fire

The fire, more extensive

than the universe,

fits quite snugly in my soul,

longing to be released

in speech, deeds and poetry

to set the world ablaze.