Friday, April 11, 2014

Tastes Like Possibilities

It's a high-sky fly ball
Of silver glow
With a grin
Cloaked in
Midnight
Blue
A hue
Of aura too
Make a neck-u
Bend
Extend
Consciousness
Into that blue-blue
Abyss
The twinkle-wonder
Of it
Tastes like
In-
finite
Possibilities

This is for Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com where Brian gave us a curve, a slow pitch, but no spit ball to write about baseball, possibilities...also Bjorn had dversepoets.com writing using Kennings (short word combos)--I was too late for the party, but loved the concept, so I threw in a few of my own.  Happy Weekend!!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Wings of Time


Time flies like the wind and fruit flies like bananas~Groucho Marx

Voy-
aged
Boy-
aged
A breath, a beat
A bundle snuggled
In my seat
Flying to Sacto.
A breath, a beat
A man's in that seat
Flying to Colorado
Seeking fun and snow
(Girlfriend also)
Insides fluttering
Heartbeat staccato
Till text beep
"Landed in Colorado"
A breath, a beat
And
In a blink
My boy's not a kid
And yet
I haven't aged a bit
(wink)

This is offered. for Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com where Mary asks us to write about time, and Poetic Asides where Robert asks us to write about voyages.  My oldest son just took vacation with his girlfriend and my emotions completely surprised me by getting all unsettled and fearful.  Not like me, but as my mom said...it's those mom bonds.  Just received an adorable selfie with two rosy cheeked joyful faces next to a snowman.  Feeling happy :-)  Happy Weekend!

Friday, March 28, 2014

Lessons from a Green Canoe

Glossy green, teak trimmed
Suspended, out of reach
Taunting me
With river journey dreams
In a yard sale, sold
Too young to
Voice objection
Old Town
Maybe if they'd
Let me paddle you
I'd have learned 
To go with the flow
Navi-
gate
Hard-
ships 
Steer clear
Of relation-
ship rocks
Eddies, Rons, and Marks
Would have been left
Treading water
Not treading 
On my heart
If Dad had let me sit
On your sturdy wooden seats
Grip a paddle 
Tip side to side
Find my balance
And glide
Maybe I'd have learned
To better not bitter chart
My course
So long ago
I'll never know
Now I have to let it go

Offered for the prompt to let go, from Laurie at Poetry Jam, poetryjaam.blogspot.com.  Before kids, my parents canoed a lot in a beautiful green "Old Town" canoe.  I was always fascinated by it hanging in the garage. And then it was sold when I was about 9 years old.
About 10 years ago we spent several spring breaks canoeing with friends. I always wished that my parents had kept their canoe, so that we could have used it.  Funny how these things stick with you...time to let it go :-)


Thursday, March 20, 2014

Who Knew?

They live
Plain-
ly
A burrow
Where it's grassy
(soccer fields, cause
they're sassy)
Decorated with dung
Ensures beetles
For their young
Small in body
Long legs scurry
In Brazil, prospering
With deforestation
But suffering
Here from human
Incursion
Seeing them in parks
Is such treat
So long as they stay
Clear of cleated feet

This is offered for the prompt by Alan at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com, who asked us to write about owls.  I think he had something more majestic in mind, but these little burrowing owls have captivated me since I first saw them at my son's soccer field. Photo credit to Wikipedia. Enjoy! :-)


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Uncorked

The fizz
The bliss
I find in
This
From the sparkly
Stream
To the golden
Gleam
Pour me a flute
And two for my friends
Cheers!
Here's
To joy
That never
Ends

A toast to Peggy at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com who prompted us to write about bottles.  I love champagne, always a happy drink, and one meant to be shared.  So cheers!  :-)


Thursday, February 27, 2014

Morning Train

On a bough of fir
Sleepy atoms cuddled together
Linked like train cars
Sun shine lights, excites
Sending atoms stretch-
ing
Fling winged things
Black shapes coracoid
Clouds scatter avoid
Beakish Pierc-
ings
Sun pushes on horizon
Lifts belly--golden
And raises rays
Dew grasps grass
Tries to last
Instead becomes gas
'Ol Sol laughs
While atoms climb together
Aboard the Skyliner

This is in response to Mary's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com, to write about trains.  And, Creative Bloomings where Sara McNulty challenged us to write a poem with personification.  Coracoid is crow/beak shaped and the Skyliner is a train in Japan that goes between Tokoyo and the airport (seemed fitting...)  Inspired, as many poems are, by my morning walks with the dogs--walking by a stand of conifers it really looked like the trees had just flung the birds into the air...



Thursday, February 20, 2014

When Three's Not The Charm

Bored
Stiff
As a
Board
Joy-
Less
Miss-
ing
Bliss
That mane of flame
No one could tame
Now shorn
Con-
form-
ity
Isn't golden
Did you forget
Sam-
son?
Long for
That grin
Lost in
The slushy
Bottom

Offered for Laurie's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write an olympian poem in 28 lines or less. Heartbreaking the threes in snowboarding--Lindsay third try, so far ahead in women's second semifinals and falls; Shaun always so brilliantly glowing, now shorn and sad--everyone talking about the slushy bottom in the half pipe...ah life, you just never know....at least the couples won in ice-skating :-)