Monthly Archives: January 2023

Bad Actor

Bad Actor

Why are you now limping? Dish me out the dirt.
Are you a malingerer or are you really hurt?
It seems as though you are in pain, especially since
each step you take is punctuated  by a little wince.

Feigning discomfort’s sinful—neither savvy nor a notion,
and this you should consider if you’re seeking a promotion.
You must ban such actions and revise your plans anew
to remain a member of my retinue.

Prompt words today are punctuate, malinger, sinful, savvy, ban and promotion.

Geranium: FOTD Jan 12, 2023

For Cee’s FOTD

Palm Leaf Shadows FOTD Jan 11, 2023

The shadows of palm trees outside my bedroom drapes create the illusion of their being patterned.

For Cee’s FOTD

Tough Girl

Tough Girl

She’s a diamond in the rough,
shiny, beautiful and tough.
Not one to be steered by force,
she’ll decide her lifetime’s course.
Not likely to be shamed or battered,
no way will her dreams be shattered.
She will boggle macho men,
for she won’t play the cackling hen.
Won’t be distracted from her goal
of what she feels to be her role.
Be just what she wants to be,
undeflected by any “he.”

Prompts today are boggle, shattered, distracted, cackle, decide and diamond. Image by Kiana Bosman on Unsplash.

New Years Eve: Wordle 586

New Years Eve

Scraps of mindless party chatter
whispered behind backs don’t matter.
Clink of glasses, passed hors d’ouvres,
mastering those party nerves.

Which old boyfriend is a rat?
Which college roommate got so fat?
How have you handled life so far?
What new degree? What brand of car?

Be you in hut or stately castle,
lift your glass or raise the wassail.
Quit petty talk and ribald laughter
and in the silence that comes after,

cash in on the quietude,
of this less ribald interlude
to give your thanks for what has passed
and pledge your petty gripes won’t last!

For Wordle 586 The Sunday Whirl the prompt word are: back chatter laughs glasses champ scrap cash rat handle master pass castle

Let’s Walk!


Let’s Walk!
Your trendy vinyl raincoat should have served as premonition
that there’d be a soggy ending to our expedition.
Now the clouds are scudding over and the rain begins to fall
in a trance-inducing rhythm that socks it to us all
as we boogie down the sidewalk on the way to somewhere better
that now we’ll get to faster and for sure a whole lot wetter.

Prompt words today are sock, premonition, scud, trendy, trance and vinyl.

Aloe Vera with Hummingbird: FOTD Jan 10

Aloe Bloom with Diner

i took dozens of blurry photos before this tiny hummingbird decided to just sit down to dine.  This aloe vera on the patio outside the room where my desk is has afforded me so many wonderful views of hummingbirds. Better than having an inside bouquet any day.

For Cee’s FOTD

Spinning Tales

When I talkied about my laptop computers not lasting much longer than five years, Martha Kennedy commented “Same here. All one (of mine) does is play YouTube I project on my TV monitor for riding the Bike to Nowhere.”  When I commented that I’d like to steal, with attribution, that phrase “Bike to Nowhere” and write a poem about it, she generously agreed, so here it is:

Spinning Tales

As I go spinning on the bike to nowhere,
imagination knows no bounds.
Earlier adventures catch up to me,
jump on the handlebars and  hitch a ride.

Riding the highway shoulders
north and south and east—
gravel corridors with their destinations
too far away to ever be reached.

Lunch in a brown paper bag,
top twisted in the bike’s basket.
My tan Hiawatha,
my best friend’s blue Schwinn.

Passed up by boys
with fishing rods
fastened to rear fenders,
somewhere to go revealed
by their hurry to get there.

Our kick stands
useless i
n the soft dirt,
our bikes lie toppled over
beside us.

As we lie flat-backed in the grass
beside the North Dam,
we hear them cast their lines, again and again,
into the fruitless water.

My ham salad, her peanut butter,
potato chips in a twist-tie baggie—
all I remember of earlier rides
almost lost to memory.

 

 

Life Experience, for dVerse Poets


Life Experience

A soul need not be in the know
to boldly come and boldly go.
You’re likely not to move an inch
if you are prone to falter  and to flinch 
because you fear you lack the knowledge
earned by those who’ve gone to college,

 

For dVerse Quadrille Challenge: Bold

You can find the dVerse Poets Pub prompt HERE.

Moonshine

I’ve been having a conversation with Jez who is astonished that I’ve completely worn the letters off ten of the keys on the keyboard of my MacBook Air.  I jokingly said it would be fun to try to compose a poem out of only those ten letters. Actually, nine letters and a period that will come in handy.  The letters are: e i o a s h l n m and . (the period.) The joke is on me, however, as I then felt compelled to actually do it.

Moonshine

Me is I.
Oh.
I am
me.

Shine on
oh moon
on all
I see.

No man
has
his
name
on me.

I am
alone
on
ashen
sea.

A shame
oh shame
anon
anon.

I shine
on him.
He shines
me on.

A sin
a sin
I moan
I moan.

On
a sea
alone
alone.

Seasons
mesh
on moon
on sea.

I am alone.
Moon
shine
on me.

For the final word on those worn-out letters, go HERE. See-saw!!!