A normal, regular cup of coffee to me, means no sugar, no milk or cream. Yeah, my first order of coffee wasn’t what I wanted. A cup of coffee, that’s it nothing added, nothing extra. A normal cup of coffee.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
#6 Time Passing
Time passing day by day flowers bud and blossom tree leaves flourish in red, yellow or green. Nature at its best being its best.
The road to success
The road to success is filled with hardships and difficulties It trips you up and tests your abilities It likes to see you give up and stop trying It likes to see you anxious and crying It takes joy in seeing you fail It’s…
#5 A Found Time Capsule
A time capsule unearthed by a snapping turtle Yes, she thought my dry back hill is a good place to lay eggs. Eighteen eggs, wow. But wait, there’s more to see a time capsule, cracked open one, two, three… sixteen, seventeen, eighteen all fell into…
Ode to My Lululemons
Ode to My Lululemons You reek of performance 86 percent nylon, 14 percent lycra. My $98 transports me to an athleisure world of no judgment. Your preshrunk stretch forms to my legs more flattering than comfy blue jeans. You never bag, your fabric wicks…
Safe Harbor
Envelope me with a righteous wisdom and sustain my faith in the face of wandering roads and weary travelers. Guide me to a place of rest & peaceful certainty.
Continuing On
I’ve always been bad at the ending. It just doesn’t seem to appear. I run around in circles, desperate to find calm. I will carry on. Today is done. Tomorrow will come. Hope. (Poem 12 of Half Marathon – WOOT WOOT!!)
PERIWINKLE
The periwinkle blooms in its lilac beauty And spreads its leaves as if in prayer And the cloud mirrors its pose The needle-like beat from heart to heart Creates ripples like a piece of art
Two Nonets: Explaining Death to a Six-Year-Old
My grandson makes the preacher nervous asking way too many questions. The preacher makes me nervous. Why would Joe say he wants to go to heaven to see his dad? Who planted that seed? Heart breaking I say, if there’s a heaven, your dad will…
12. A Sonnet: Poetic Remembrance
I read a meme, recently, like this it read, ” If a poet mentions you in a poem, you receive immortality ” The poem are never forgotten and hence you are never dead! All through the years of my writing, when you are mentioned…