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!

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 :-)

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! :-)

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!  :-)

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...

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 :-)

Well Tuned

It flows through
Dew
Drops on spider webs
And pings a string
"Oh What A Beautiful
Morning"
Steam from coffee
Swirls to "Proud Mary"
Furry tails swing
While I sing "Happy"
His good bye kiss
Tastes like "Something"
The car wheels
Thumping
On the street
"Eight Days a Week"
Lift your hands up
Life's a song
Clap, dance, sing
Or hum along

This is offered for  Gabriella's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write a tribute, started out as a tribute to music which is my constant whether actually playing or just from the jukebox in my brain, but may have ended up as a tribute to life or joy...you can pick. And for the prompt by Gay at dversepoets.com to write a song, a bit of serendipity there  :-)  Enjoy!