Thursday, August 16, 2018

A Poem Without Meaning/imaginary gardens with real toads

A Poem Without Meaning

A poem as confusing as can be
Words put together
Without meaning
I read your words carefully

Upon completion I wonder
What in the world are you saying
A poem without meaning
Back to the drawing board

So, they say
Gather words
Burn the house down
Tell me your heart

August 16, 2018


Wednesday, August 15, 2018

School Daze/dVerse

School Daze

My school was old
Red brick buildings
The teachers were the same
Tall ceilings
The windows went 
All the way to the top

On warm days 
The teacher would open
Those very tall windows
The breeze would come in
And cool down the stuffy room

Which smelled of disinfectant
And eraser dust and paste
Lockers were in the back of the room
Where we would remove our coats
And place our lunch

The halls were dark
Light would stream in 
From the end of the hall
The floors polished

The play yard barren
There was some play equipment
And a tennis court
We played group games
At recess
I remember a circle
A red scarf and running

I was a good student
But someone was talking
All the time
Would interrupt my thoughts
At last, I found out it was me

August 15, 2018

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Hand Holding Day/imaginary gardens with real toads

Hand Holding Day

The greatest fear
For humans is death
Though we were born for it
It will be the final step 
In your journey
Makes a strong man cry

How are we to cope 
With that knowledge
All that we love
What is tender for us

I reach for your hand
You reach for mine
You hold me tight
A strong young man
You promise 
Never to let go

The man resting
On the side of the road
Asks, “But why
Should we continue”
I offer my hand
Symbol of connection

Symbol of safety
Symbol of care
My fingers are aware
Of your rough skin
You have toiled 
At hard labor
All of your life

Do not fear
All is as it should be
Like Spring blossoms
End of Summer
Their time spent

August 13, 2018


My favorite box....dVerse


My favorite box
Is made of wood
Several different kinds of wood
In the shape of a heart

It resides in a small skin wrapper
When open it reveals nothing
It is empty
Yet so beautiful

The beauty of it
Fills my lonely heart

August 14, 2018

Monday, August 13, 2018

Hand Holding Day/dVerse

Hand Holding Day

The greatest fear
For humans is death
Though we were born for it
It will be the final step 
In your journey
Makes a strong man cry

How are we to cope 
With that knowledge
All that we love
What is tender for us

I reach for your hand
You reach for mine
You hold me tight
A strong young man
You promise 
Never to let go

The man resting
On the side of the road
Asks, “But why
Should we continue”
I offer my hand
Symbol of connection

Symbol of safety
Symbol of care
My fingers are aware
Of your rough skin
You have toiled 
At hard labor
All of your life

Do not fear
All is as it should be
Like Spring blossoms
End of summer
Their time spent

August 13, 2018

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Home of the Blue Lizard, Desert Fox and A Host of Other Desert Dwellers/the suday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

Home of the Blue Lizard, Desert Fox and A Host of Other Desert Dwellers

The desert is quiet
Thin blue lizards 
Sit on rocks
Blend into their world

When it rains
Longing does not yield
Its grip on the heart
All is quiet except

For the rhythmic rain drops
Falling on the roof
Like the ticking of the clock
Later… when the sky is brilliant

Weather dry 
Tail dusty
You will wonder about 
The dark mood that colored
Your world  

The Rio Grand
Still sleeping in its bed
A tune lilting on the wind
Ripples the surface
Speckled trout
Swim below

August 12th, 2018



Wordle 364

Thursday, August 9, 2018

CALLING UP GRIEF/imaginary gardens with real toads

CALLING UP GRIEF

In dead of winter
“under the night sky she mounted a mare and rode”
No one knew where she rode
On those dark and dreary nights

She always pointed to the paint
Brown and white, In the field
She always said it was hers
The one she rode under the night sky

A pretty little girl
Sheltered and protected from
All things that hurt
And yet, over time

Hurt would find her
Like a curse
Dictated by 
The local witch

Her urge to ride
Could come at any time
Was not limited
To the dead of winter
She said, she was calling up grief

August 9, 2018








THE SOUL OF MY LOVE/dVerse

THE SOUL OF MY LOVE


I have always found 
It difficult
To believe
What I cannot experience

And yet 
time is a good example
I am here
Time passes

I cannot see it
Time passes
I cannot feel it
Time passes 

I have become 
An old woman
Unaware of passing time
Each day
Seems to be exactly
Like the day before

Another example
Is the “Soul”
What is it
Where is it
How to know
It exists

Someone told me once
It is the “you of you”
The very essence of you
That makes sense
I will accept it

August 9, 2018


Wednesday, August 8, 2018

A POEM ABOUT A POEM/poets united midweek motif


A POEM ABOUT A POEM

A poem about a poem
Oh, let me see…
I stop along the road
And I wait for it to catch 
Up with me

Tell me who you are
And what business
Do you have with me
You say you are a counter
You will count the tears for me

You say you are an explorer
And you will help me see
You say you are a master
You will hold my thoughts
For me, until I am able to
Hold them for myself

You say you like to play
And you never know for sure
Exactly where you are going
You are big enough to hold
All of the thoughts unspoken

You are a good friend
And promise to always
Be there for me
To have and to hold
From this day forward
Until the end of days

August 8, 2018

Sunday, August 5, 2018

WORDS BOUND TOGETHER WITH TWINE/the sunday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

WORDS BOUND TOGETHER WITH TWINE   

On another day
In another time
Far away
Bones were stacked
Like cord wood
Tied with a skein 
Of woolen yarn
The color red

The sound of a guitar
Floats above the sage
Joins the sounds of church bells
That welcome the morning
A sweet refrain

On another day
In another time
Far away
We walked along the sea
Kicked sand
Collected shells
You would run to each shell
Bend down
Examine it carefully


Today, with the weight of the world
Upon us
We collect stones
Count shameful transgressions
Rest in the shade
Of our wig-wam
Bind words together with twine

August 5, 2018

Wordle 363  



Saturday, August 4, 2018

STILL LIFE/imaginary gardens with real toads




Still Life

Be she alive
Or be she dead 
She sits 
With her feet in water
As still as a stone

Does she speak…
What does she say…
Is it she who looks
At me
Or is it me
Looking at her

So is the still life
Still as a stone
Waiting
Waiting for you alone

Was she placed there
To celebrate the occasion…
And is now limp
And dying
For waiting
For you alone

The phone rings
She answers the phone
No longer the still life
She was originally
No longer dying
While waiting for you

August 3, 2018








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Thursday, August 2, 2018

DOPPLEGANGER/imaginary gardens with real toads

DOPPLEGANGER


One day
You brought a picture
That to you thought looked
Just like me

I kept it for a long time
And then it slipped
From my knowing
Did it really look like me

Or was it in your eyes
You could see
The face of a girl
That looked just like me

Each leaf on the tree
Is different
Yes, they all look
Like leaves

But still different
No one is really is
Just the same
As another
We are each unique

August 2, 2018


Have you ever wondered if there is someone who looks just like you, but you've never met them? I've been told numerous times I have a twin. Well, not an actual genetic one, but someone who bears a strong resemblance. I've yet to meet my doppelganger.

Of course there are those distant relatives living and deceased who have marked resemblances to yourself or another family member. My youngest daughter, Carrie, bears an uncanny resemblance to Cher. There is a genetic connection because Cher's mother and my father were distant cousins. Carrie doesn't always look like Cher. It can come in the tilt of her head, a smile, or her theatrical ability to slip into a character. 

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Doppelganger literally means double walker. There have been numerous references to them throughout history. They have been referred to as ghosts or the speculation we humans are time travelers. In this picture my husband Charlie was eighteen years old on a family vacation. He is on the far left with a girl standing behind him. One day he was looking at the picture and called me to come look at it. We both agreed the girl standing behind him held an unsettling resemblance to Dawn when she was seventeen. Is it possible? Is he playing ping pong with his daughter who traveled back to the future? 

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For today's challenge I want you to write about an encounter with your doppelganger/time traveler. It could be a painting, a photo album, a magazine, or face to face. Meet him/her in whatever circumstances your imagination creates. Please make sure it is a new poem, post it on Mr. Linky, and visit your fellow poets to discover their responses to their double walkers.


Wednesday, August 1, 2018

"A BUNDLE OF CONTRATICTIONS"/poets united midweek motif/"a bundle of contradictions"

“A BUNDLE OF CONTRADICTIONS“

First, I say 
I do 
And then, I say
I won’t

Yes, sometimes
I am a bundle of contradictions
First, I think it is this way
Then, I think it is that

I say yes
And then I say no
Gathered into a bundle
Tied with a bow

Life is like that
So much is offered
We agree
With careful consideration
Maybe not

What road to choose
The road least taken
Or the road
Worn and old

So many decisions
Never knowing
What is right
What is wrong

August 1, 2018