Dear
It’s been a long time since I’ve written
I’ve been busy knitting mittens
The children at school
like the ones made of wool
Their fingers stay warm
and away from harm
of frostbite
if I weren’t so nice
Joyce Bugbee
JoyceB
Born to write. Inspired by words. I've been writing poems, short stories, and non-fiction (mostly journaling) for years, but never shared. The Poetry Marathons have brought me out of my shell. The friendships and support found are amazing!
#20
Still drinking coffee
words coming slower
thoughts struggling to form
slowing
The end is in sight
the sun is rising
chocolate and caffeine
only numbing my brain/
#19 Back to School
School supplies
same stuff
every year
pens, pencils
paper, notebooks
and don’t forget clothes
nothing fits from last school year
#18
The squirrels who raid my bird feeder should be as big as pigs. Day after day they show up like having been invited to a family dinner.They take turns at the feeder, past years they fought. Not anymore, Momma squirrel must have taught some manners
The squirrels
who raid my bird feeder
should be as big as pigs
Day after day
they show up
like having been invited to a family dinner
They take turns at the feeder
past years they fought.
Not anymore
Momma squirrel must have taught some manners
#17
Looking ahead
to tomorrow
When I can rest
Really today
since it’s
after midnight
The sun will rise at 5:58
my time
#16 Progress
Sixteen done
eight more to write
many done
in the darkness of night.
In a few hours
the sun will rise
if I can still see
before I close my eyes
Standing Alone #15
Standing alone
looking back
while looking ahead.
Time doesn’t allow
us to live in the past
and the present
at the same time.
We must decide
to move on.
Learn from the past
and teach in the future.
The Ivy #14
The ivy crawled up the chimney
sneaking into the cracks
where water found a way in, and expanded.
The ivy crawled up the chimney
hiding behind the morning glories
that camouflage the damage
til bricks crumble.
Large chunks fall
bringing the ivy down too
until all that is left
is a pile of broken bricks
held together with ivy.
The Edge #13
At the edge
of water
the cliff
life.
Everyday
we stand there
looking
wondering/
About life
what?
if?
when?
These questions linger
what will happen?
if that happens, then what?
when?
#12 Differences Matter
Never be afraid to be different
We all have flaws and accomplishments
You can run, I can’t.
I can write, you can’t.
I’m not good with computers,
you are.
Technology hates me,
not you.
There are pluses and minuses everywhere
not only in math.