Thursday, July 17, 2014

There's No Good Time

Touch down, drive
Drag suitcases in
Release dog
And
Gasp
At water waddling down the hall
It impregnated the baseboards
Partied under the floors
Splashed in a self made kiddie pool (utility room)
Too few towels to take him down
So the jaws of unknown damage
Gape and snap in your dreams
That spill into a morning
Nightmare
Baseboards ripped
Drywall slaughtered
Then the incessant drone 
Hulking, loud fan warriors
Blowing death and dryness
At the liquid 
Laughing
In the walls

This is offered up for the very timely prompt by Gabriella, at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com, to write about the unexpected.  Came home 11:30 Wednesday night after a nine day trip to find the water heater had rusted out and flooded the house.  Fortunately, only the hall and bedrooms.  And with all the kids being gone, very little furniture damage. Feeling lucky actually.  Hope everyone else had happier surprises. :-) 

Friday, July 11, 2014

Whirled Peas

I'm waiting for non-
judgment day
Where " I love you"
Is what we say
To
Differences, idiosynch-
Cracies

We'll dance among the
Pleasant-
Trees
Share whirled peas
Sip humani-
Teas

Life could be
So trouble free
If we'd embrace
Our common-
ality
And imagine the
Possibili-
ties

This is offered for Peggy's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write about an impossible place.  With all the violence and anger lately, this seems pretty remote, however, I like to think that with hope all things are possible.  Happy weekend :-)

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Stranded Without A Passport

Stranded without a passport
Thirsty for deep blue
But my boat don't have a paddle
So I can't get back to you
If only I'd remembered
While packing my swim trunks
I'd be snorkeling with my baby
'Stead of hanging out with drunks
So pretty please Mister Overnight Courier
Make sure that you deliver
That little document I need
To reach my baby, at full speed
Then I'll be deep in ocean
Never, ever have to be dry
And me and my baby
Won't no more say goodbye

This was written for Alan's prompt about being thirsty at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com, and believe it or not, based on a true story.  Just last weekend...and the title came from our friend's comment after his ordeal.  May you never be stranded without your passport and may your thirst be easily quenched.  Cheers!  Happy 4th everyone! :-)

Monday, June 30, 2014

Virtual Touring the Blogland

Hi!  Something a little different--decided to support some fellow bloggers who I know and enjoy.

The first is one who I have "known" virtually for quite some time--Janet Rice Carnahan a fellow poet and artist--and in this process I have found out so much more!  Anyway, she was kind enough to invite me to the tour:
Here she is by one of my favorite places :-)


Here's her bio:
Janet Rice Carnahan, currently living in Southern California, finds her inspiration in nature’s beauty every chance she gets.  Her poetry has been published online in “Jellyfish Whispers”, “Pryokinection”, “Camel Saloon”, “Three Line Poetry”, and “The Mind{less} Muse”.  Two of Janet’s poems were selected for the anthology, “Storm Cycle: The Best of 2013” through “Kind of a Hurricane Press”.  She also contributed poetry to two other anthologies, “Backlit Barbell” and “Prompted: An International Collection of Poems”, where she also received credit for the cover photo and caption.  On her website, Hear Earth Heart, she has self-published four poetry books, “Shadows in the Sanctuary”, “Into the Inner Path”, “The Cosmic Highway” and “Hear Earth Heart, a series of haikus”.

and here's her blog:  http://www.hearearthheart.com/blog  she has had an amazing journey and her poems are absolutely wonderful--so please stop by for a visit--you will be glad you did :-)

Part of the process is that I have to answer some questions--I'm feeling a little slumber-partyish about this...

1. What am I currently working on?  
Currently, I'm working on trying to write one poem a week, and visit as many of my fellow poets as possible. I'm also working on my tan, my balance and becoming more graceful in yoga. And breathing as much sea air as possible. 2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Honestly, I see a lot of similarities in many poets and my work. I am free form, and mostly light. My goal is to try and tickle a smile out of my readers, usually. Sometimes the darkness comes and you just have to go with it. Life is like that. 3. Why do I write/create what I do?
Simply, because my head will explode if I avoid the creative voices in my head/heart/feet for too long. I have to release it. Thankfully there are many other creatives in this world/blogosphere who share their talent with me (inspire, delight me) and are generous with their support for my writing as well. 4 How does your writing/creating process work? I'm really enjoying prompts from Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com; and dversepoets.com, and Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com; however, most of my inspiration hits when doing something mundane, like washing dishes, driving, walking the dogs or extraordinary like hiking in the Sierras, Southwest, or splashing in the sea :-)

And now, for the really fun part!  Here's a new amazing and very creative poet/songwriter to check out :-)

 Susan Schoeffield!



  • Bio:
  • Born, raised and living in Baltimore, MD, Susan’s interest in playing with words began in the 60’s when her ten-year old brain realized her favorite band wrote their own songs. Fascinated by the concept, she started writing her own lyrics. In 2009, she began to focus on her writing in earnest. Over the last several years, she has self-published a mystery novel, a collection of poetry, a haiku collection and a children’s book. She is owned by two cats, a black Labrador and serves at the pleasure of a Basset Hound.


  • For a real treat, run over and visit with Susan at:  

    Happy Touring!




Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Shifting Tides

The love tide shifts
In her heart
Sadness draws
The liquid down
Only to be replenished by

~Teardrops skating on a moonbeam~

Gleam in his eyes
Victory was bitter
Tired of lessons repeated
Now armed with love
He reaches across the divide

This is offered for Laurie's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write about a bridge, using the Puente form of poetry.  The 1st and 3rd stanzas are supposed to be different thoughts, I went more with different views...look forward to crossing more bridges tonight :-)

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Enjoy the Glow

I'm having a sit in
Truth-
fully
A sit out-
side
Watch-
ing
Moon
Ride its orbital string
Above me
And enjoy the mystery
To see if clouds
Spin gossamer glow
Just so
Or if it will be
Just me
The moon and inky
Sky
A cricket or two
Sawing serrated wings
To woo
Just like me
And you
Let's be round
Glide slow
And enjoy the glow

This is offered for Alan's lovely prompt at poetryjaam.blogspot. com to write about the moon and for Susan at Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com who asked for a public protest. I stretched that a bit, but I do protest the speed of life. Need to take time and enjoy the glow :-)

Friday, May 30, 2014

Maya-be

Maybe
Age should not be measured in
Years, instead let's measure
Amounts of

Altruism
Never giving up
Giggles
Enthusiasm
Love
Open Armed Hugs and
Understanding


This is offered for Peggy's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com about age, and also a for Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com, where Rosemary honored Maya--a little acrostic for Maya who was one for the ages, and who gave us all a shining example of what happens when (in her words) we encounter many defeats but are not defeated.