posting poetic prose
31 Mar 2021 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dog, grandma, laundry, treadmill
at the museum in
murdo, south dakota
(around the corner from
a life-size jar jar binks)
stands antique treadmill
not for human exercise
but built in miniature for
dog trained on laundry
duty to run the wheel
tied to belt on agitator
of old washing machine
just like grandma used—
funny how that memory
was jogged, grandma’s
story of how the family
dog would often hide
on monday mornings.
photo by lynn
Linking to De’s “laundry” prompt at dVerse Poets…
15 Mar 2019 17 Comments
in pantoum Tags: fields, grasses, laundry, leaves, tumbleweeds, wind, windmill
perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound
in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along
on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound
across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song
in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along
seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,
across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song
laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again
seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,
rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum
laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again
tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum
rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum
on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound
tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum
perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound
Submitting pantoum poem to dVerse Poets pub with thanks to Gina for explaining this form and Victoria for added encouragement!
03 Oct 2018 20 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: alfalfa, breeze, coffee, laundry, mother, skin, wood shavings
this poet followed nose to see
all the smells that comfort me:
new mown hay… alfalfa, please
fresh laundry dried on gentle breeze
strong coffee brew drips into pot
wood shavings piled under knot
just bathed baby’s silken skin (the
top of head where hair grows thin)
lilacs, idyllic of childhood play and
an orchid corsage on Mothers Day
pancake breakfast with bacon frying
crunchy leaves when geese go flying
salty spray froth-whipped by boat or
wrapped warm in mother’s worn coat.
Link to dVerse where poets explore comforting smells…
23 Jul 2016 2 Comments
in american sentence Tags: hubby, laundry, love
I love it when hubby does laundry…as long as he doesn’t do mine 😉
06 Oct 2014 6 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: blues, haiku, jeans, laundry
laundry piling up
got those dirty denim blues
please fix my machine
Linking up for Carpe Diem’s 2nd Anniversary!
a poem in my pocket 
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