Push Poetic Asides

 

A Helpful Push

 

A fair to midland day at last,

Between the storms of snow.

Invited to friend’s mountain home,

That day, is where I’d go.

 

I hadn’t seen her for a while.

We walked on her plowed drive.

For snow was high, four feet or so.

Temp dropped to twenty-five.

 

I saw her winter wonderland,

And smiled and said good bye.

I’d head downhill to my town home

Where snow was not that high.

 

With snow shoes on she walked her dog.

I headed out the lane.

I nearly made it to the road,

But ice was quite insane.

 

And there I sat until she came

And gave a little push.

The car was stubborn, stayed stuck there.

It wasn’t in a rush.

 

So she called friends to get some help.

Then I was on my way.

I thanked them all for the push out.

Now, home is where I’ll stay.

random sentence Poetic Bloomings

 

Not a Movie Scene

 

Strange feelings nestled in my belly

as I took in the view

of the busy street

with the usual cars, vans, busses

plus old and tiny cars,

bicycle taxis—

customer clinging to the driver.

 

Tall trellises filled with greenery

to make up for loss to concrete.

 

People scurrying here to there,

not unusual in a city

but the number of them!

And peddler after peddler

accosting vehicles

selling their wares: thrift-store stuff

or items from a discount store,

and bunches of bananas and

bundles of taro root.

 

I watched through a window

like a TV screen,

but this was Nairobi life,

not a movie scene.  

 

Happy Poetic Asides

 

Happiness and Joy

 

Happiness and Joy

strolled down the same road.

Happiness skipped

and whirled about.

Joy asked, “What makes you

so energetic today?”

 

Happiness replied,

“A smooth road, fun times,

good food and friends,

sunshine and buttercups.

What makes you so strong

every time I see you?”

 

Joy replied,

“Love, acceptance, forgiveness.

Knowing I’m in the Creator’s family.

I like sunshine and buttercups,

but I don’t need them to thrive.”

 

Happiness twirled about,

“I like you, Joy,” Happiness said,

“Because when I’m weak,

you help me become strong.”

 

Lost moment Poetic Asides

 

For Me

 

When my kids were young,

my friend and I were writing a book

based in Hawaii.

She worked at a travel agency

and found an affordable deal.

Hawaii, but we didn’t go.

I had to ask myself why not?

 

I pictured myself as a little girl

walking through a department store

passing up dolls, toys and dresses

that weren’t for me,

because with five girls

my parents couldn’t afford a lot.

 

Then highschool, college,

raising young children

carrying that thought with me

like a stuffed suitcase.

 

It’s not for me.

It’s not for me.

It’s not for me.

 

Then I started realizing

to satisfy

this longing for travel

is for me.

self-profile Poetic Bloomings

 Just a Bit

 

A bit of a loner

But not by choice

A bit of a loudmouth

But not by voice

A bit of a giver

Without very much

A bit of an artist

Well, just a touch

A bit of a musician

With just one song

A bit of a philosopher

Who’s often wrong

A bit of a poet

But not too poetic

A bit of a hiker

Though not athletic

A bit of an adventurer

Without much to tell

A bit of a help

But not too well

A bit of a recluse

But love all the same

A bit of an enthusiast

For His Name.

Love Poetic Asides

 

Love

 

L et my hands reach up in praise to You

O pening my heart to Your love

V ivacious in joy at Your presence

E ternal, loving, gracious, worthy God

Love Poetic Asides

 

Our Love

 

Rumbles, tumbles, pours and plods,

Rattles, shakes, snakes along like a river,

Bubbles, troubles, expands and contracts,

Melts, freezes, wheezes,

But keeps on keeping on

for forty-three years and counting.