Friday 55 – Early Morning

It’s a quarter to five,

still dark outside

and I can’t sleep.

There’s a perfect half moon

and a sky full of stars.

An owl hoots.

I can’t tell if the moon

is waxing or waning.

Waiting for the coffee to brew

I can’t tell if I

am waxing or waning.

Just another long day.  

Just for Today

Today I want to go for a ride
and visit Pam or Kate.

I want to drink lemonade
with real sugar.

I want stroll
and window-shop
while holding your hand,
as though life were simple.

I want to laugh and drive fast
and not think of consequences.

Just for today
I want to be happy.

 

55 words for Joy’s Verse Escape.

Knitting – 55

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I am a beginner
but already enchanted
with the beautiful
colors and
textures
of yarn

the way it slips
through the needles,
the feel of it on my fingers
and the repetition

knit, knit, purl
purl, purl, knit, purl
over and over
like a meditation,

the clicking of needles
a mantra

calming
soothing
and creating

Friday 55 – Unexpected

My husband is on Facebook now.
He shares pictures of kittens
with me
and shows me posts with
funny tee shirts
and dad jokes.
This is rather like
watching a
prong-horned antelope
having high tea
or a construction worker
using doilies on the handles
of his jack hammer

Not wrong, exactly,
just very…
unexpected

Snack

Yesterday I saw
that the deer
who comes through the yard
stopped and snacked on
my hosta

leaving nothing but the
central vein of
each leaf, which,
I have learned
is called the rachis

just these
rachises sticking up
where each delicious
blue-green leaf had been

Now the “blue angel”
is nothing
but a cluster of spikes,
unappetizing bits
to a deer

That’s the price
I suppose
for building my home
so close to hers

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Photo by Mary Bach

Observations

Once when I walked
through town.
People were busy living.
Streets were filled with cars,
sidewalks dotted with people.
Everyone was on the way
to somewhere else

Except for me.
I was just walking
and watching

Now, an occasional car
slips past,
sidewalks are empty.
The people are gone

except for me.
I’m just walking
and watching

 

This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.

 

 

FF55 – Black and Blue

There is no
Officer Friendly
in George’s neighborhood.

And
violence,
non-violence,
neither has worked.
Gandhi would be dismayed.
How can MLK RIP
with his dream
still such a long way off?
WTF?

Does our hope
for justice
reside
in a video camera
that shows the horror of
ourselves
to ourselves
in a world on fire?

RIP Mr. Floyd

This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.

A Walk in the Woods

Sometimes
a walk in the woods
is just a walk

Sometimes it is an exploration
of scientific discovery

Sometimes it is a search for beauty
a walk filled with wonder

Sometimes it is a renewal,
a refreshing of body and spirit

Sometimes it is a hero’s journey,
an archetypal quest

Sometimes it is a forgetting,
a dropping away of the world

Sometimes it is therapy;
sometimes a meditation, or a prayer

Perhaps, after all,
a walk in the woods
is never just a walk in the woods

NaPoWriMo – Day #30!

April bows out
leaving so prettily
though yesterday
was rainy, cold and gray

birdsong
starts this day,
insects flit and buzz everywhere,
and the pigeons low cooing
continues until dusk

Sun and wind and greening grass,
clean smell of growing things
and freshly turned earth
promise gardens of delight
to come
The flowers of May
the fruits of June
and August’s bounty
drying, dying into autumn

We made it!  Congratulations to everyone who wrote 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April!  Well done, you!