The Poetry Marathon

Ah me!

A blogger, a writer!

A wanna be, me.

The more I learn, the more I don’t know

About technology!

Selfies I know, but Snapchats?

What’s that?

Email and Ebooks fill up my G’s

Making my hard drive look like swiss cheese!

Courses and Challenges flooding my inbox like a firehose.

So many. So good. How do I know

Which one to promote.

Mentors and merchants offering fame,

It’s kind of like sex.  They are all selling the game.

WordPress and Weebly are leaving me wobbly!

Time to back up and breathe,

Because after all, I just wanna be ME!

Being a very brilliant and adventurous gal,

A real sharp looker, with her very own style,

Annie set out on an uncharted trip with her pal.

Opportunity like this hadn’t come for a while.

Ginger was ready to explore a new path to take,

Tired of the same route every day.

Wherever sights took them, new friends they’d meet.

What a wonderful journey before them lay!

Cleverly unnoticed, they strolled to the street.

Hours went by before they were missed,

Dad didn’t move much in this hundred degree heat,

But when he awoke they knew he’d be p*&%#@ !

Just before darkness….

Honeysuckle sweetness hangs in the air

Like syrup on cornbread and pancakes we share.

Crickets are chirping their evening song,

Croaky old bullfrogs singing along.

New-mown hay in the field ‘cross the way

Sets the stage for the next act closing the day.

Take a deep breath as you prepare to behold

Simple pleasures and joys the time before darkness can hold.

One dandelion wish for a break in the heat,

A quick offered prayer for a peaceful night’s sleep

As the sky in the west glows a pink ribbon lullaby

Bidding this day goodbye.

In the midst of my years – standing on a spinning wheel.

With panoramas in glass circling slow.

Some for clearly viewing the vignettes of my life.

Some, only reflect what my mind wants to see.

And, some are one-sided, looking at me.

So many faces with names unremembered.

Sweet memories of little, joyful things

Things and moments – mostly private joys.

Things like chocolate pudding and favorite toys.

Memories of summer visits to family now gone.

Cousins & cows, “London Bridge” on the lawn.

My wheel makes a turn towards memories sad,

Grandparents, Uncles, friends and my Dad.

They all left their marks on my heart.

Each one fulfilling a part,

A part of the course of the rest of my years.

As the wheel turns, I find faith midst my fears,

And faith it will take to overcome and

Authentically be authentically me.

Sun shining across my shoulder.

Three potted plants struggling to live.

I expected them to flourish and give

Color and brightness,

Wisdom and lightness

To the space where I write.

Alas they are brown, no green in sight!

Cactus, grass, flowering mass …

I’ve killed them all, withholding a glass.

Perhaps they’re my measure

Of health, wealth and treasure.

A mirror of warning just in time,

To drink, drink water and rhyme!

Here I am wondering why did I put this pressure on myself?  I haven’t written any new poetry in a while now and I’m feeling rusty, guess this will loosen up the brain fog.  Actually excited to see if I can finish this in spite of all the other things I cram into my schedule and don’t accomplish.  Need some new fired-up inspiration and I can’t wait to see what comes out of this.  Sending good vibes to all of you!