Monday, May 30, 2016

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.

Friday, May 27, 2016

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 M 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.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

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?


Friday, May 20, 2016

Friday, May 13, 2016

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

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Couch Potato

he let his gym membership                                           
Loaded Baked Potato
expire
stuffed baked potato

Friday, May 6, 2016

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!

Sunday, May 1, 2016

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!