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

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.

 

 

NaPoWriMo – Day #20 – Catch Up Day!

#18

I have a lot of dreams,
lately
where I’m lost
and I can’t get to
wherever it is I need to be

Suddenly
things come up
distractions
complications –
baroque and convoluted

I’m off on a tangent
trying to fix
something
or solve some puzzle
and meanwhile
getting no closer
to where I’m meant to be

#19

We are tired
of staying home
of our own company
we are sick and tired
of hand washing and masks
soon we will be sick to death

#20

Yesterday
I planted a garden
I tilled the soil
until it was broken up fine
then I raked it smooth

I use the
broken handle
of a hoe
to space my rows
evenly

To make the rows straight
I use two stakes with
a piece of string
tied between them

I planted a row of
Sweet Ann peas
next to that
Red Bliss potatoes
(because who doesn’t want a little more bliss in her life?)
next Little Finger carrots
Detroit Dark Red beets
(though I live in Wisconsin)
and Mixed Heirloom leaf lettuce

Now I wait
and weed
and watch for miracles

NaPoWriMo – Day #3

Between the clouds
and the ground
and the leafless trees
I see 12 different
shades of gray

As dusk begins
to settle
the daytime
folds in upon itself

Without sun
or moon
in sight
there are no shadows,
but the grays
blend and deepen

A coyote’s lonely call
hangs
unanswered
in the thick, dark air

This is for National Potery Month/ NaPoWriMo, and is linked to Verse Escape where the amazing Hedgewitch is doing extra duty with FF55 each week in April.

 

Hope – 55

Does hope really
have feathers?

Or is it green
and vulnerable
springing
up from the ground?

Or is it a tiny speck of light
like the occasional spot
appearing
in a photograph
not visible
through the lens
but there on the image

Or is hope a dark
insubstantial thing
following like a shadow
hunting you down

 

55 words for Hedgewitch who carries on the proud tradition at Verse Escape.

Communicating with the Dead, in 55

I imagined
communicating with the dead
was shrouded
in mystery

But it’s not

It’s a note
in his handwriting
tucked into a favorite book

it’s the smell of
his closet

it’s the work gloves
still stiff with
the shape of his hands

Communication with the dead
is small, common
everyday

and
pretty much
one way

 

This is a 55 word version of a longer piece I’ve been noodling with for FF 55 hosted by Hedgewitch, with a tip of the hat to Galen.  Click on the link to go to her blog, Verse Escape, and join the fun!

Finish Things

Finish things.
That was Neil’s advice
to me and you.
Though so far I haven’t
taken it to heart.

Finish things.
Not the ice cream
or the box of chocolates,
but the projects,
the stories,
the work.

Finish things.
Despite the fear
of failure, or the boredom.
Despite the siren call
from the new,
finish things.

Change

Summer
has grown heavy
and dropped from its stem.

The sun sleeps in
a little longer,
leaves the party a bit earlier.

Last night
felt almost like fall
while today is
crisp and sunny.

The leaves are still green
but a shade paler;
chlorophyll
begins to recede.

Time
to change.
Welcome back,
my dearest Autumn.

Consumed, #2

We are consumed by
want, by greed.
Consuming has become
the yardstick
to measure our shiny, plastic
success.
We make more
to consume more,
until we find someone
who will make more for less.
Then we consume that
but no longer
produce.

We forgot the first word
in GNP is
gross
and consumption
is a sickness.

 

Today is Amazon Prime day. Yay consumerism.

May 5

Sunday morning,
May sunshine
pours
through the windows.
Outside
there is a new
tenderness
to the air.
The breeze sings
in soft tones,
drawing us out,
urging us
to reach
for the sun.
Join the chorus
and sing.
This is a time
for birthing,
for growing
for beginnings.
This is a day to
be alive.