“The water is hot If you want some tea!” Warm, fragrant comfort Steeps through my body. “I bought some rhubarb,” (Which only I eat) Salt-covered and tart, A sharp summer treat. My sister leaves bags Just shy of empty Leaving the cupboard Full and untidy….

Got my hardback novel ‘neath this old oak tree. A sunflower springs up behind me, feeling groovy. So I sing to myself over and over. Groovy, recapturing youth. Groovy, slowing down in the midst of great change. Groovy, delighting in the life we’ve been knitting…

Hour five poem, from the prompts:

I see an empty sky, brown lawns, I see a landscape without flowers or trees — just dust and fire. The sun is blazing hot. I see baby birds dying in their nests, penguins washing up lifeless on the sand, cattle dropping to the ground…

Some may think of memories Only covered in dust with Pages fading into opaque forgetting   But memory doesn’t have to work like that And if our honesty Does not blur and fade   We find our memory In shards of talk In whispers and…

The hardback chair feels like nails left upon the pavement My wine glass sits perfectly on the table next to me as I stare into space Wishing my life were full of more sunflowers and less rotten oaks My satchel holds the knitting feeling I…

the sunflowers are struggling I forgot them left them to the summer solstice dirt as hard & dry as hot pavement now they drink greedily water I should have poured days ago sluices over roots they soak it up tall aging ladies guzzling bubbly from…

Norma asked me to write some lines About a nursery flower She sent in a website photo She believes I have the power To write a poem any time, so: Walking along one day, I see A fragrant flower with a bee Both hang low…

An Evening of Wine and Cheese (Poetry Marathon 2022 Hour 5) An evening with you Where we can share My favorite white wine With a faint scent of oak If the proper wine glass Is given room to breathe And your favorite yellow cheddar cheese…

Pick 5 words from the list in the prompt: space,  wine glass,  pavement,  sunflower,  oak In the space, between the pavement and the bomb-levelled home, the oak tree clung to life, its limbs splintered by shrapnel.   Beside it a solitary sunflower its face bent…