Monday, October 22, 2018

Christmas Comes Slowly/dVerse/early

Christmas Comes Slowly

I avoid what comes too early
Instead will wait for Christmas
A long wait indeed
But send my love for now

The sun never rises too early
Always just on time
I hate to be late myself
Hate to make the little ones wait

October 22, 2018

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Florence/poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl

The waves hit the shore
A storm like no other
Formed in the salty sea
Without charm
But she has class
A class four to be exact
She huffs and puffs
Every house falls down
The site of her landing
A disaster…

The needle pierces the fabric
Then returns
All that we had
Washed away
Sinks to the bottom of the bay
Returns to the shore
Another day
Coiled with seaweed and shells
Picked by a beach comber
Searching for treasures
Years after the storm

October 21, 2018

Wordle 374 resonate, charge, electricity  

Thursday, October 18, 2018

It Is October Again This Year/dVerse

It Is October Again This Year

Scratch notes into my journal
Fingers touch the keys
You pull the bow across the strings
Beyond the music
I hear the crunch of your footsteps

On the gravel 
Golden leaves fall
Branches bare
You fill my memories
It is October again this year 

October 18, 2018

My list of words:
  • gravel                  leaf                    october                branch                          notes

Beauty in Ugliness/dVerse

Beauty in Ugliness

What is beautiful
What is ugly
Only you can say
It is personal

The whole idea of beauty
Is a mystery
Since beauty is not to be found
In this world

In the eye of the beholder
What is beauty after all 
Is it first light of day

Is it your smile
The sparkle in your eyes
The light that shines from within
The smoothness of your dress

Buttons on your jacket
Your little pink nose
A glorious sunset
The blue of the lizard’s tail

Perhaps it is memory
The two boys who died to soon
Strong and tall
Or you, in your red bathing suit
Trailed by your little black dog

Beauty is awe of this world
For what else do we know
The sparkle of stars
The glow of the moon

Perhaps beauty is a poem
With words so carefully selected
I can “see” what you “say”
My heart stops for a long second
It takes my breath away

October 18, 2018

Abundance/poets united midweek motif/abundance


Have we forgotten
We grew up 
In a time of abundance
For the most part

Is there a difference
Between want and need
I see it everyday
You stand on the street

You are just a boy
A homeless mom
You wave at me
A friendly smile

I roll my window down
Search my purse
For extra bills
Who will help

It is really up to me
…and you
We do not go to bed hungry
…or cold

We sit before the fire
Sing songs
Listen to the radio
The fire flickers

Your face stays with me
Your ragged clothes
Your pregnant wife
Your faithful dog

October 18, 2018

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Waiting For The Next Shoe To Drop/imaginary gardens with real toads

Waiting For The Next Shoe To Drop

All bad news
People drown
Towns swept away
By the latest storm

Eleven infant bodies in the attic
Reporter tortured to pieces
Clowns in the white house
Where is the refuge

Rowdy mobs yell
About other rowdy mobs
No sleep in two years
Anxiety and shame

Shame on me
Shame on you

Look out the window
Autumn is here
Snow predicted on Sunday

Under blue skies
Don’t turn it on
Leave it

I’ve heard enough
I am full up
Take a break
Waiting for the next shoe to drop

October 13, 2018

Sunday, October 14, 2018

The Last Time/the sunday wordle -- poets united poets pantry

The Last Time

The night black
No stars in the sky
Mood melancholy
You appear before me
Something I cannot forget
No longer singing
No longer smiling
Dressed in black
Not much between life and death
A life is brief
No matter how long
It is but a blink of the eye
It seemed we were in the café
With plenty of time
Suddenly it is over
Nothing will alter that last time

A cherished moment
I carry to my grave
Like being hit with a two by four
An act of kindness
I had no weapons
No way to defend myself
It was not the ending
I would have written
No revenge to be taken
No charge made
Another night would come
Another day…

October 14, 2018

Thursday, October 11, 2018

What's in a Name?/imaginary gardens with real toads

What’s in a Name?

Perhaps it might be a burden
To christen a child
With a holy name
Say it loud

From a mountain in Spain
I have been told the meaning
Of my own name, Annell
Is “little doll” in Cherokee

Or “gift from God”
On another day
It seems they could not agree
One wanted Nell

The other Ann
They compromised
And so it became, Annell
Ding dong

Pussy’s in the well
Sing a song of six pence
No cloudy day...
Call me by my name

October 11, 2018

Three Little Pigs/imaginary gardens with real toads

Three Little Pigs 

Three little pigs lived up the hill
A home of their own
Was their dream
They quickly got to work

Built a home of sticks
Didn’t like it
One of stone
Not so much

At last they built 
A house by Frank Lloyd Wright
A right smart little home
Just right for pigs

Cantilevered out from the hill
A home of their own
Sure enough
The wolf came by

Knocked on the door
And stroked his chin
They opened the door
Let the wolf in

They all became fast friends
Fell in love over a cup of tea
And even married…
Three pigs and thee

October 11, 2018

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Allergy Season/imainary gardens with real toads

Allergy Season

I have been wanting to write 
About this time of year
The most beautiful 
Of all seasons

All of the colors of the rainbow
Are revealed
The leaves from green to dark old red
The fields from green to gold
The sunsets outrageous

Red, orange and yellow
Like fire upon the horizon
And I sit totally spaced
Trapped within a lonely room

Ragweed or sage have come full bloom
Turned my world to undersea
“Blockhead” is what I call it
Allergies have taken control of me
There is nothing but space between my ears

When you are poor
It is said, you do not have two coins to rub together
When you have allergies
You sneeze

Your eyes water
Your nose runs
You do not have 
Two thoughts to call your own

October 10, 2018

The Owl Knows/poets united - midweek motif/owl

The Owl Knows

The owl knows 
The secrets you won’t share
The words you don’t choose 
The reason why

The owl knows
The words you won’t utter
The things hidden
The reason why

The owl knows
The way you feel
Your history 
All the way back

The owl knows
What you don’t want to think about
What never comes up
The reason why

The owl knows 
The secrets of the forest
What is under each rock
The owl is wise beyond his years 

The owl can be trusted
He will never share
What is yours alone
…the owl knows

October 10, 2018

Monday, October 8, 2018

Comforting Smells/dVerse

Comforting Smells

The first thing that floated to mind
Was the smell of fresh laundry from the line
It holds the smell of sunshine
Fresh air and laundry soap

The smell of shells left on the beach
From the last wave to shore
My Mother’s smell
As she takes my hand

It is the smell of love
Hung out to dry
All cozy warm and safe
Now... only the smell of the dryer

October 8, 2018

Sunday, October 7, 2018

It Only Seems Like the First Time/ Sunday Whirl #182 -- poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl #372

It Only Seems Like the First Time

Crisp brilliant clouds
Float magically in clear blue sky 
Bring balance to an empty soul
Otherwise we speak of empty breath

Empty eyes, empty heart
Crowds of zombies
Wander the earth

Celebrate loss
Among them no delight found
It seems such a waste
When in fact 

We will live to fight another day
We rise and step into the fray
Tumult all around
With no possible thought of winning

We leave our comfortable positions
We bring what we have
We fight as if for the first time
Virgin warriors

October 7, 2018

Note:  Today I feel I am but an empty shell, left lonely on the beach. The loss felt deeply.  Probably what we fear most will come to pass, but the fight continues.  Perhaps it is only a dream, but often things we cherish begin with a dream, Bobby, Martin, and John.  Those that are powerful today, will fall in disgrace.  

Sunday Whirligig  #182


We Drag Nails Across the Blackboard

Yes, we are all feeling a bit bruised
Voices tremble as we speak
A little unhinged
Numb from disappointment

We had a vision
It blossomed
Now we are left to savor razor blades
We listen to your side

We drag nails across the blackboard
We are poised on the edge
We ache deep within
There is no match for this feeling

October 7, 2018

The Sunday Whirl  #372

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

How To Find Balance in a Woman's Life/poets united midweek motif/balance

How To Find Balance in a Woman’s Life

You speak of balance
I scan the horizon
Think of the playground see-saw
How to balance the larger child
With the smaller child?

The length can’t be equal
The larger child
Has to be nearer the center
To balance the weight

How to find balance in everyday life
The TV shows us an ugly man
Makes fun of an attack victim
The crowd laughs

I awoke writing a letter to my Daughter
To say how to avoid being the victim
Don’t be out alone
Don’t be out after dark
Don’t wear sexy clothes

Be careful what you say
Do not talk to strangers
Avoid men when you are out
Do not make eye contact
Be very careful

Why is any of this a balance in a woman’s life
Perhaps we need to examine our society
White male patriarchy
My Daughter asks how can this be right
I have no answer…

October 3, 2018

Sunday, September 30, 2018

End of Discussion/poets united poets pantry -- The Sunday Whirl Wordle 371

End of Discussion
Stand and face your accuser
Your face contorted
Your performance awful
Did you see the same 

You question the need for facts
You made faces
You were angry
What does that qualify you for

You worry about what others say
You should worry about
Your less than professional performance
Let alone for a place on the highest court in the land

I cannot think of any position you would qualify for
Perhaps your plans were knocked from your grasp
You said your life was ruined
As if it didn’t matter your behavior

I can only say for myself
As a woman
I know, I would never trust you
It is difficult to talk about sex

Especially, to talk with you here
When she says she remembers
And has no motive
When a woman says she is 100 percent sure

You can take it to the bank
End of discussion

September 30m, 2018

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

The Wall/poets united midweek motif/wall

The Wall

A wall was promised
It encircles us
Snow covers the ground
I would like to think
It was settled
Understanding all around

Your fingers pick the strings
Feet begin to tap
Soon all are dancing
In the low light of evening
She tells the tale

Monkeys cover their eyes
See no evil
Their ears -- hear no evil
No accounting for their words

She asks for an investigation
She is surrounded by
A wall of nine white men
Twenty-seven years ago

A circular firing-squad
Same men have learned nothing
Pain intense
Vision swims

Date unknown
Location a mystery
Notes stick to the wall
Like notes on a bar of music

The sun shines brightly
Music fills the air
She is dressed in black
Her skirt skims the floor
The heels of her shoes keep time 

September 19, 2018

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

The Judge May Not Be Telling the Truth/imaginary gardens with real toads

The Judge May Not Be Telling the Truth

The morning found me
Runny nose and itchy eyes
The fall
That is so pleasing

Is my nemesis
Yellow tumbles 
Down the mountain side
The sky a lovely shade of blue

The words that appear
In my mind’s eye 
Disappear just as quickly
I am left in the dark

My hands search for them
I cast my net
In hopes, the words I will find
There it is, that word again

“Truth” and how will we find it
I’m not sure
But with each word untrue
A nose grows a little longer

Now if only that was true
We would not be left wondering
What did you do in high school?

September 25, 2018

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Saudade in Autumn/imaginary gardens with real toads

Saudade in Autumn

The morning brought rain
Rain running down 
The window panes in rivulets
Like tears down your cheeks
Water, water everywhere…

Immediately I step in Saudade
All over my wellies
My coat
Saudade everywhere

It is autumn
Usually my favorite season
Time passes so quickly now
I look ahead

Make plans
It seems there is plenty of time
And suddenly the “now,” is behind me
I am filled with Saudade

The chasm between us widens
The day of your leaving
Seems like yesterday
Slowly, without my knowing
It has become light years ago

Careening through space
Stars up close
The clothes line hung
With memories of days past

It is a “cold case”
Little evidence to go on 
Though blurred the details remain
I find you in the deepest parts of my being

September 20, 2018

Fireblossom Friday : Say The Word

English is a funny language. A lot of it came from other languages, and some of those words retain their foreign sound. Some remain foreign and not strictly English at all, but are used much in the manner of "Voila!" Moreover, some of them roll off the tongue very poetically, it seems to me. Even without knowing what they mean, they just sound cool. Add the meaning, and it's pretty much nerd heaven. 

What I want you to do is to take one of the following words and build a poem around it. Don't just jam it in some place where it sticks out like a sore thumb. Make the word you choose central to your poem. I think we may get some interesting results. Write, link, enjoy!

I have selected to write to the word, Saudade. (Portuguese) A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

How to Know It is Black/poets united midweek motif evidence or clues

How to Know It is Black

I return to the letters
Thrown by the roadside
In a heap
Letters scattered everywhere

What does the morning bring
The silence of songs unsung
Words unspoken
No wind blows

And how do you know
It is black you see
Reach into your pocket
Where black resides

Grab a hand full
Pull it out
Examine it in the light
It is no longer black

Same with the rainbow
Look carefully
It disappears
No pot of gold

Nothing is as it seems
Church bells ring
On any day of the week
House of mirrors

Distortion reigns
Out of focus
Sorrow overwhelms
Dressed in black

Pick up the letters
Begin again
Write a poem
Seal it with a kiss

September 17, 2018

Note:  Sometimes we have no clues, no evidence of how we know something, or how to write a poem.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Circus in My Town/dVerse

The Circus in My Town

I was taken to the circus many times
Cotton candy comes to mind
The lights turned down low

The costumes sparkled
Under the spot lights
The clowns with big shoes
And baggie clothes
Crawled the perimeters of the big top
Like colorful spiders

Elephants with painted smiles
The lions roared
Or were those screams
The clowns threw buckets of tears
At each other
Thousands of clowns 
Stuffed into tiny cars

The music played
Was it Satie with his sad tunes
A world of make believe
A sad state of affairs

September 18, 2018

Sunday, September 16, 2018

How To Make a Poem/poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl

How To Make a Poem

The lights are low
The lights on stage are bright
It is time to begin
You take your place

The buzzer sounds
You begin
Without knowing where the beginning is
You work on instinct alone

You choose the letters
That make the words
To make ideas visible
Words with a special sound

And meaning
It is what is behind the thought
That you are after
Words with a special strength

To blow past-ideas from view
It is the spirit of the “thing” really
You work with speed
The speed of a “ten-mule team”

You drive to the finish line
And with a flourish
The work complete

September 16, 2018

Wordle 369  Note:  I found no place for the word “raffle,” so I left it for you.

Christmas Comes Slowly/dVerse/early

Christmas Comes Slowly I avoid what comes too early Instead will wait for Christmas A long wait indeed But send my love for now ...