Remembering on Memorial Day

Today we remember

those who served

and paid the ultimate price.

 

Today we remember

their sacrifice.

 

Thank you to those served, past and present.

Disssgusssting...Ditty of the Month Club

I lie here
among the
dead grassesss,
crunchy leavesss,
withered ssscrub.

I am minding
my own
busssinesss
sssoaking up
the sssun,
basssking in
the heat.

Then I feel
them...

thud, thud, thud

- the legged onesss -

coming clossser...

THUD, THUD, THUD!

I ssslip,
I ssslither,
I ssslink
away.

But ssstill
they
ssscream,
"Snake!"

Disssgusssting. 

Many thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes for featuring my poem yesterday on her blog Today's Little Ditty. Michelle's spotlight poet this month is the incomparable Laura Shovan . Laura issued a challenge to write persona poems this month. Click HERE for more details. You up for a challenge?

Julie Larios is hosting the poetry fun at The Drift Record.

Who Am I?

I'm black and white
with pink down udder.
I produce milk
that makes the best butter.

When I low
it sounds like "moo"!
My four stomaches
produce piles of... ew!

Who am I?

Freckled Past

I connect the dots
to summers spent at the beach
sun damage

Visit Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for more poetry

Fan Girl

recliner lounging                                                       

My Mo absorbed in a must read book...

she devours each poem til
her dinner is cold











Mo is reading THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY by Laura Shovan - an amazing novel in verse. So good.

Speaking of so good, Poetry Friday is at Violet Nesdoly's blog

Couch Potato

he let his gym membership                                           

Loaded Baked Potato

expire
stuffed baked potato

Flight of Lucidity

Mom’s

cheeks flush.

Her eyes are clear.

“Billy, look at that - it’s flying!”

We crane our necks so we can watch the

rainbow dot swoop and dip through the cobalt sky.

Mom sits up straighter and more alert in her wheelchair.

She is clutching the string with her swollen-knuckled fist.

“Oh Billy, look how high it is!  It’s really flying!”

Her voice is steady.  Strong.  Excited. Joyful.

There is no hint of her 80 plus years.

Warm winds swirl the gray hair

in and out of her face.

She giggles like

a schoolgirl.

 “Billy,

this

is

so

much

fun.”

I don’t have the heart

to

tell

her

I’m not Billy. 

I’m

Lucy.

Her

granddaughter. 

Join the Poetry Friday fun at Poetry for Children!

Walk to Remember

clouds erase the shadow
of her path
dementia

Merry Month of May...Day

The first of May,
flowers flutter and sway,
children laugh and play,
and dance around a pole today.

Happy May Day!