Awake in middle of night…time to play magnetic poetry online!
color our world
07 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in list poem
Today, my grand daughters colored my sidewalk with chalk and Rebecca said sweetly, ” Grandma, we’re not afraid of the sickness; we just go outside and DO things!”
Celebrate LIFE as spring colors the world with…
soft sunrise pink
happy tulip red
emerald lawn green
robin’s breast orange
easter lily white
lilac scented purple
dandelion yellow
fuzzy catkin grey
open sky blue!
If you’re an old “Chicago” fan, enjoy this recording (1970) which begins with song, “Colour My World” which features a lovely flute solo:
close/open
06 Apr 2020 33 Comments
when restaurants close,
drive throughs open double lanes
to serve safely.
when schools close,
teachers open online rooms
to teach remotely.
when surgical centers close,
hospital personnel open doors
to care courageously.
when church buildings close,
God’s people open united hearts
to pray faithfully.
Linking to dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…44 words on “close”.
hindsight is 2020
05 Apr 2020 9 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: apocalypse, paint chip, pandemic, revelation
Linking to Linda’s fearless paint chip poetry prompt…I used all the colors 🙂 Also, check out dVerse poetics where Bjorn invites us to write on this time of the plague.
perhaps, looking back, we
may possibly be tickled pink
to experience the good fortune
of living through the apocalypse—
not of destruction, but revelation,
which sharpens iron, unveiling
nuts and bolts of wiser choices
like bright sunburst in your eyes;
the sweet ’n sour of life’s losses
purges the palate (and palette)
even as it washes away our
fragile sand castle dreams.
paint chip samples
Covid 19 OCD
05 Apr 2020 3 Comments
in chant poem, Uncategorized Tags: coronavirus, face, mask, social distancing, touch, wash
flatten the coronavirus curve
do not touch your face
practice safe social distancing
free clip art
DO not touch your face
wash hands for twenty seconds
do NOT touch your face
wipe down all smooth surfaces
do not TOUCH your face
wear sterile gloves, N95 mask
do not touch YOUR face
what if eyeballs and teeth itch?
do not touch your FACE!
red hatter
01 Apr 2020 17 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: classy, education, hat, lassies, laughter, purple, red, style
yes, growing older
but not “elderly” yet
in fact, feeling bolder
with new friends i’ve met
make statement of fashion
wearing purple and red
deep colors of passion
circle hats upon heads
fun club for ten lassies
monthly travels around
visit places quite classy
while laughter abounds
we live and we learn
shop & dine as an art
the education we earn
keeps brain cells smart
if you see us round town
please give us a smile
we’re the happy red hatters
“live-out-loud” is our style!
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Sarah hosts “seeing red” poetry prompt!
look up in pandemic
25 Mar 2020 17 Comments
in quote, rhyming verse, tercet, Uncategorized Tags: Covid-19, loss, moon, pandemic, pray, the Light
such times of great loss can open our eyes
to see truth more clearly and recognize lies
will you find any comfort in political ties?
a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19
streets almost empty, few people are seen
how can we possibly wash our hands clean?
ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune
whoever thought they would die so soon?
“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”
in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines
to show us the path in these difficult times:
“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”
will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray
asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?
may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote:Â “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide.Â
Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.
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safe sanctuary
18 Mar 2020 6 Comments
in free verse, prayer, worship Tags: breathe, coronavirus, God, heartbeat, prayer, sanctuary
close restaurants
and coffee shops,
take away my chai
latte and stuffed crab,
hang the last TP rolls
from nearest tree, and
cancel church services
even if infected with
coronavirus at home
(my childhood home
was on corona street)
& quarantined, i will
yet have a sanctuary
for my heart to rest
within the soul’s home
found in Yahweh/God
whose name is breath;
i breathe His presence
as close as a heartbeat,
prayers whispered and
translated by the Spirit
forever and ever amen.
mariner’s musings
17 Mar 2020 23 Comments
in tercet Tags: foghorn, freedom, lighthouse, mariner, memories, sailor, sea, ship
when warmer air stirs sweet memories on
those youthful days when he sailed waves of sea
feeling of freedom worth dreaming upon
he watched the sky in experienced way
and listened for foghorn’s woeful low sound
to safely guide ship back into the bay
love of the sea understood beyond speech
lives on after old sailor’s laid to rest
like signal of lighthouse on rocky beach
Laura Bloomsbury challenges us to write three tercets in pentameter (optional) with set rhyme scheme. Linking to dVerse Poets…
capricious cupid
16 Mar 2020 15 Comments
in prosery, Uncategorized
Remembering crushes of puppy love and youthful dating experiences, I don’t know why I was surprised…every time love started or ended, the rest of the world faded into the background. Romantic tunnel vision of a new love found or an old love lost always claims intense focus.
The angst of the question answered by plucking daisy petals…he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me? Daydreams of mutual admiration, chance meetings, sweet conversations, drinking in their eyes, perhaps a soft kiss. Memorizing the beloved’s face while mesmerized by their smile.
The emotional wreckage of a relational break up and subsequent painful questions of why, why not, why not us? The second guessing and the blame game are all consuming. Disappointment, anger, and loneliness mingle in tears wiped on sleeves, pillows and friend’s shoulder.
Infatuation is fickle but a promise is forever.
Diamond brooch – Ruby Lane
At dVerse poets pub, Merril challenges us to write prosery of 144 words including the line (bold) from Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “I Want to Be Surprised.”
grandma’s kitchen
13 Mar 2020 Leave a comment
so much depends upon
the stainless tea kettle
whistling
on bisque enamel stove
next to bunch of yellow
ripened bananas and a
 warm batch
of ginger crackle cookies.
William Carlos Williams’ poem about the red wheelbarrow inspired this poem…
a poem in my pocket 
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