Poetic Asides Beauty

Beauty’s Sting

When I view lovely mountains,

those white-topped purple tents.

Or the ocean rolling rumbling vast and deep,

hiding  wondrous worlds.

Or the desert with Saguaro

stretching their limbs toward Heaven.

I hurt with regret

of not being immersed in beauty more often.

I make a promise to myself

that I seldom keep. 

CB prompt

The Mountain Pass

The fierce winds blew the snow across the road

The posts along the way, her only guide

Her windshield cracked that morning at the side

Beneath the empty air, the river flowed 

She carefully ascended up the pass  

She thought of her two children in the back

For them she must continue on the track

Her reverie, for certain, didn’t last

The snow and wind blasts whittled on her nerves

Her life before just seemed to fade away

She pictured her car plunging in the gray 

As she prevailed upon the mountain curves

The fierce winds blew the snow across the road

The hungry mountain pass had been denied

Beneath the empty air, the river flowed  

PA prompt

Camel’s Back

Four flat tires

Dishwasher leaving dirty dishes

Clothes dryer taking forever

Empty-pockets broke

Winter coat zipper zips no longer

Breakdown 

CB wordle of sorts

Morning Tea

The smell of burning leaves

Jarred me from my reverie

I took a bite of my muffin

And sipped my hot spiced tea

It was smooth as a jaguar

Strong as a slab of beef

I won’t harp on it anymore

But I tag this tea as chief              

PA prompt

Next in Line

Where do you go

to stand in the Grandma line?

I should be next.

All my friends are posting

their little cherubs’

 pictures on Facebook,

buying toys at Wal-Mart

and browsing through

those cute little onesies.

I’d be standing there

tapping my toes,

reading magazines,

and all those things

you do waiting in line.

Hoping someone will say,

“Next!”

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Wistful Winds

O, why can’t it always be autumn?

Sunny afternoons, chilly nights

Crispy, crackling, swishing leaves

Inciting adventure

Creativity

Exploration

Oranges, Reds

Yellows

Gold

CB eavesdropping

Sunday Morning

I should have brought your hairbrush out.

I don’t know if he’s going to be in there long or not.

We’ve got lots of time before we go.

Still have to give him his pills.

One more Luna bite.

I wonder if he’s aggravated at me

as I sit here and write a poem

while he gets our duo ready to go out the door.

He doesn’t know that I’m tired, and right now,

I’d just as soon go back to bed than to church.