Dream Poetic Bloomings

 

Dream Day

 

What would a dream day be like? I’d get up at six and pray, read the Bible and sing a hymn. I’d then do some stretches and dancing out on my porch. Next Hubby and I would have breakfast and share our plans for the day. I’d do dishes while he’s finishing up. Then I’d do some writing, alternating with housework. Then we’d have lunch and do dishes. Then my friends and I would pack up our food for a cookout and our foldable kayaks and spend the afternoon at the lake. We’d barbeque for supper and then head home. I’d relax, with hubby on our back porch then take a ride on my Ebike all over town. Then I’d come home in time for evening Bible Study. I would lead the singing with my ukulele and we’d read the Bible, share insights and pray for each other. After they left, I’d relax by painting. And then I’d read for a bit or watch an educational video then go to bed around 11, dreaming about our next trip out of the country.

 

Dreams may seem far-fetched

Like a huge jig-saw puzzle

Pic forms, piece by piece

Dream Poetic Bloomings

 

New Normal

 

Having a nightmare I wish I’d wake up from

Memory loss of my thirty-seven year old son

Phone calls, emails and texts all day long

And no one is able to tell us what’s wrong

He’s home now, new normal: Day One

delay

 

Procrastination’s an ill pursuit

Just give it the good ol’ boot

You sit there and wait

But why hesitate?

You must start, to see the fruit

Delay Poetic Asides

 

Plane’s delayed

Nerves are frayed

Missed connection’s a fear

Don’t cry or shout

It will all work out

At least within the year  

Delay Englynion

 

Lord, return and don’t delay

Yes, come quickly this we pray

We look forward to that day

Morning Poem

 Motivation

 

I didn’t want to start the day.

I lay in bed and let my mind wander.

Boys names through the alphabet.

Girls names through the alphabet.

Prayers through the alphabet.

 

Word associations like cat, dog, fun,

Travel, Judy, sister, Karen, Kathy,

Linda, Sessler, Jake, room, Africa,

Kenya, tent, safari, animals, poems,

Write, me, myself, I, win in Jesus.

 

And then I finally got out of bed

ready to start my day, bathroom,

washing up, making bed,

kissing Hubby, daily planning,

and writing this poem, hot tea.

sleep Poetic Bloomings

 

Lesser of Two Evils

 

Insomnia plagued me through the years

Bringing me often to wee AM tears

I made a decision that made doctors quiver

I chose between insomnia and risking my liver

So now each night I take Tylenol PM

And manage to go beyond the REM