yes, I tried this pose
after finding a blank wall
now i cant get down.
Tag: life
Codes By Which To Live Haiku
In response to The Daily Post’s prompt:
I. Do unto others
As you would have others do
Unto you my child.
“The Golden Rule” Norman Rockwell, 1942
II. Be kind, consider
Every living person
Equal unto you. 
III. Keep your heart open
To the possibilities
Your soul aware.
IV. Allow your self to
Love unconditionally
Live without regret.
Peace, People!
Silence
Life forces us every day
to do one thing:
Breathe.
In a hospital room I sat
watching Mother
Breathe.
I closed my eyes for just minutes,
sleeping.
Silence
Woke me. Her life slipped
away while I still
Breathed.
For years I felt a deep
guilt for having slept,
Breathing
While Mother’s life
ceased with one final
Breath.
I should have been
awake for her, attentive,
Breathing
For her, perhaps,
instead I awoke to only
Silence.
“In Loving Memory”
“In Loving Memory” was the Daily Post’s prompt tasking bloggers with writing our own obituaries.
Born,
Learned,
Cared.
Erred, and erred, and erred.
Sang,
Danced,
Cried.
Felt,
Loved,
Died.
A lesson
Each life
Teaches:
We only
Have this
Time. No
More. No
Less. Live.
Mall Thinking
People watching at the
Mall:
Elderly woman cajoles
Her husband.
Then commands.
She worries he’s done
Too much today.
Their hands touch
Briefly. He hates
Feeling old as she
Fetches Starbucks.
Thirty-somethings,
Husband and wife
Carry plump
Pillows between them.
She looks at him
With love and
Something akin to
Annoyance.
He is oblivious.
Young adults sit giggling
Heads together
Job applications stacked
Neatly between them.
Pens scratch earnestly
Between witty asides.
Don’t make me laugh!
You made me forget
My address!
Mother and pink clad
Toddler enjoy
Conversation in a
Language I cannot
Understand. Their
Eyes smile. Little
Girl dances impatiently
Eager to join others
At play.
I wonder is anyone
Watching me?
IMPORTANT!
Judging from the mail we receive everything is either URGENT, IMPORTANT, or requires our IMMEDIATE ATTENTION! If it weren’t for important mail, we’d get no mail at all.
Final offer!
Don’t delay!
Send money now,
You need to pay.
Important info.,
Warranty expired
Sensitive materials
Attention required.
Immediate action
Subscription ends
Please respond and
Tell your friends!
Presence requested
Don’t hesitate
Your lucky number
Past due date.
Our last notice
Final contest
It’s no wonder
We’re all stressed!
Wildest Dreams
I wrote this in response to a prompt from a Facebook friend. It occurred to me that the wildest dreams from my younger days–marrying a Beatle, performing at Carnegie Hall doing God knows what, traveling to exotic places–no longer were on my dream radar.
Wildest Dreams
Sailing ‘cross oceans
Weathering storms
Standing ovations
Those were the norms
Dreams I once had
Some fulfilled
Some forgotten
Far better for certain
Than some that were not.
Wildest dreams of my
Younger self somehow
Don’t jibe
With the dreams I have now
To more than survive
To thrive and discover the
Person within under the
Protective covers of those
Who love me.
Perspective
Sometimes up is down
All depends on where one’s bound
Adventure awaits
I seldom attempt haiku, but there was a challenge circulating on WordPress, and I can never pass up a good challenge. Funny thing is, I’m not exactly sure what the rules of the challenge were. It had something to do with the picture of the escalator and a haiku. I think. Is there a prize???
Do You Remember?
What is your very earliest memory?
Mine is an image of my mother carrying me early in the morning to my babysitter’s house. I wasn’t very old, perhaps not yet two, so I have a feeling that my memory is a conglomeration of many mornings of being carried; the repetition, as well as the feelings of warmth and love, firmly embedding the experience in my mind.
Studly’s earliest memory is of his mother trying to help him get over a case of the croup with a concoction of honey and whisky. He doesn’t recall how old he was, but he’s certain he wasn’t school age yet. I wonder, was it his mother’s love or the whisky that made the experience memorable? At any rate, he hasn’t had croup in years.
It isn’t surprising that for each of us our mothers play such an important role in our earliest memories. I would imagine that is most often the case, with memories of fathers coming in a close second. I could do some research, but who has the time for that? Unless, YOU could help me! Yes, YOU!
What is your earliest memory? (Notice how I made my first sentence work as my last sentence, as well?)
Will she remember this epic Christmas of 2014?
Peace, People!
Long Shortcuts
The road from point A to point B is 30
semi-straight, lackluster interstate miles.
I drive it most days on my way to work,
But I always look for shortcuts.
There is a road just west of Point A
That leads to a road intersecting Point B
And when I have a bit of extra time
I scoot on over and follow its curves.
Never mind that this route
While two miles shorter
Adds 20 minutes to my drive.
A shortcut in name only,
But well worth the time.
Praying for Eyebrowz 