you were not included
in my grandparents
outdated Encyclopedia
Britannica and I
left you off my
solar system mobile.
my teacher deducted
twenty points and
embarrassed me in
front of the class.
see, karma does rule
our universe.
i want those twenty
points back now.
an apology would
be nice, too.
she writes for herself
strange words, stranger ideas
maybe she’s crazy.
she writes poetry
searching for some symmetry,
imagery within.
she thinks in phrases,
bits and pieces whose sums are
greater than their parts.
bikini
clad body
lounging
by the
pool.
it’s
one o four
in the shade
even the bees
are quiet.
humidity
smothers
activity
summer garden
wilting blooms
trickling sweat
puddles.
lazy
heated
days
of
s
u
m
m
e
r
We don’t head to the beach on the 4th of July
We know better after all of these years.
We don’t stay out late on Saturday nights
Indulging in silliness, downing our beer.
We avoid crowded places, concerts, and games,
The stressors outweighing the fun.
No more jostling with shoppers for bargains
Online shopping gets everything done.
Theater movies we seldom attend
The prices and people too much
On Demand provides our viewing now
Yet I feel so out of touch.
Just once in awhile I believe
We should pretend to be much less together:
Go play in the rain, drink a carafe of wine
Brave the crowds in all kinds of weather.
We do such sensible stuff in our sensible lives
So why does that make me so sad?
Perhaps I am not meant to be sensible
Perhaps I’m to be slightly mad.
to mark my anniversary
one year with wordpress
i got up early, ate a
fruit bar; got dressed.
no big plans to mark
this milestone day
so i went for a drive;
yeah, i roll that way.
went window shopping
at a tallahassee mall
ate a taco salad, but
i didn’t eat it all.
still didn’t feel that
i’d celebrated right
so i drove to the spa
and told them my plight.
a massage they said
would be just the thing
to help me relax and
commemoration bring.
indeed i feel honored,
special, so cool
perhaps tomorrow I’ll
do it again; spas rule.
peace, people!
What’s the rush?
Why the urgency?
Just a few years
Ago you were 12,
Riding a bicycle
Pigtails flying
Elbows scraped.
Take a moment to
Be a young woman
Out exploring in
This world alone.
Don’t be hurried
To plunge headlong
Into domesticity.
Your choices won’t
Be easy, my friend
Perhaps they aren’t
Meant to be clear,
But you’ll make it.
You’re strong and
weird and wonderful.
Yesterday I caught myself thinking about my grandchildren and how quickly they’re growing. The oldest two are on the verge of becoming teenagers. I became a little weak in the knees thinking that when I was that age, unbeknownst to me, I was a mere six years away from settling into marriage with Studly.
Six years was the distance between goofy slumber parties with my friends and keeping house for a husband.
My choices weren’t
Clear back then,
Perhaps they never
Were meant to be.
I do love my life,
Even while I wonder
What might’ve been.
in florida, weeds
exceed all expectations
pulling them becomes
counter productive
for every one i extract
two more seem to emerge
a green hydra battling
for survival when all
i want is a bouquet.
oh hercules where are
you these days?
Peace, people!
her tightly pinched lips
sickly white from forced pressure
pushing love away.
giggles erupting
uncontained mirth engulfing
overtaking us.
no smiles found her eyes
wary, watchful orbs untouched
by life’s happiness.
prayers heard solemnly
lovingly tucked in warm beds
sweet dreams little ones.
slippered feet silenced
anxious to avoid conflict
too quiet children.
holding on tightly
waltzing in circles of joy
her love unrestrained.
Peace, people!
I never learned to play piano
I never learned to ballroom dance
I cannot paint with watercolors
I cannot sew a pair of pants
But I can drink wine.
I’ve never climbed a mountain
I cannot water ski
Roller blades and ice skates
Were never meant for me.
But I can drink wine.
I could never do a handstand
A cartwheel or backbend
I never manage to sing on key
And flowers I cannot tend.
But I can drink wine.
There are many things
I cannot do, but I don’t really mind
As long as there are grapes out there
I’ll continue drinking wine.
Cheers.
if we pledge allegiance
to this tri-colored fabric
and all for which it stands
then we need to acknowledge
that the truth of our words
is not always in evidence.
remember that bit at the end?
that part that proclaims
liberty and justice for ALL?
inclusive words in an
exclusionsary world.
our pledge should instead
reflect that we are a
work in progress:
striving for liberty
fighting for justice.
only when every member
of this society
regardless of color, gender,
sexual orientation, or
religious creed feels the
truth of this pledge
will the words,
“with liberty and justice for all”
have meaning.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 