Unlucky
Today is Friday the 13th 2020
which sounds like
breaking a mirror,
opening your umbrella inside,
walking under a ladder
and ten thousand black cats
crossing your path
all rolled into one.
Unlucky
Today is Friday the 13th 2020
which sounds like
breaking a mirror,
opening your umbrella inside,
walking under a ladder
and ten thousand black cats
crossing your path
all rolled into one.
5,883
I used to think poetry
Absolutely not for me.
And though it may sound outrageous
Poetry became contagious.
I caught the bug at a writers camp
And soon became a poetry champ.
Wrote a poem a day since 2004
And grew in loving poetry more.
It may sound like an impossibility
But my poems number 5,883!
Trinity
One in three or is it three in one
Father, Spirit and the Son
Joyful blessings are all three
The one-in-three God surely loves me.
The Day Ann Turned Ten
Mom wished she
could afford more than a craft,
A simply made
rag doll with button eyes.
The toy Ann wanted
walked and talked and sang.
This doll may
be a terrible surprise.
The birthday song
hung silent in the air.
The diamond-shaped
small cake cut shortly aft.
But something
entered their small home to play,
A tiny frisky
kitten with blue eyes .
The new rag doll
now open and unmasked,
but Ann was more
enthralled with her new guest.
Ann played with
that sweet kitty and she laughed.
With loud delighted
giggles their house rang.
The kitten came
in like a rescue raft.
Mom though of
that birthday with a heart pang.
On My Bucket List
among a crowd of snowy pines pointing up
to the blue-green aurora borealis looking like
a luminescent angel descending from Heaven.
The sun dipped down into the sea
Like a white glowing pupil in a red-orange eye
Above it, luminous orange clouds
Interspersed with blackness of night
I am a periwinkle fan.
A pastel purple mixed with blue.
It calms you like no other can.
And may improve your point of view.
Include it daily is my plan.
It makes my mood feel light and new.