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.  

Floral Floatillas

Creamy cups of
Petals poised on
Sepal pedestals
Ready to leave
Disem-
bark
From glossy green
Perches
On a windy whim
To sail
Southwesterly
Into a sea of grass

This is offered for OLN at dversepoets.com where Abhra has us writing about trees--I have tried for years to poetically capture this phenomenon--the Pond Apple trees that line the canals here, have lovely chinese lantern type blossoms (thank you to Serenity Spell at serenityspell.com for a great photo) that just drop from the trees into the canals, that flow to the Everglades (otherwise known as the sea of grass...)  finally came to me today, to cast them as ships...enjoy! :-)

Super Sighs Me

Splash some
Gold-
en
Glitter on me
And sea
Let tanger-
ine streak
And lavender play
Lay-
ers
Between a nimble cumulus
And horiz-
on
Fill sun
With de-
light
Expand to
Full width and height
Bright
Yellow balloon
On fire
In-
spire
Swell and exhale
'Cuz as you know

In this show
Sighs
Matter

Offered for Alan's prompt at poetryjaam.blogspot.com, to write about sunsets. One of my very favorite things!  Hope to add a photo later.  Happy Sunsets everyone :-)

Scorched

Words scorched
With hatred
Whip through her
Soul
Slicing her sense
Of strength, self
Her mouth
Full
Of cruel dust
Her heart
Flattened
A scarlet scarf
Adrift
In rib
-bons
Then finally
Flayed
By a parting
Shot
Skeletal
She staggers
Garners
Her last grain
Of confidence
To kick
Sand in the face
Of her
Attacker

This is offered for Poetryjaam.blogspot.com  where Peggy asks us to pen a poem about deserts.  What can I say? It was a rough week...And now it's better :-)  Happy Friday!

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
Bend and
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!!

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 :-)