Poem #12: The Sporting Life

So many sports, so little time. Which do you choose? Most people have a weakness. Sports help us rejuvenate. Right? If someone doesn’t follow the Rules, does that matter? To many of us, that which is rhetorical doesn’t matter. But does a guilty conscience govern?…

Poem #11: Greenland exists, doesn’t it?

So many places to visit…in my mind’s imagination. Yet… Before Lockdown, there were excuses: expenses, time, obligations and the list goes on. And on. Or, you just book a ticket and travel. That was me. Now, I sit quietly and imagine … that I am…

Poem #10: The Fun of Sharing Joy Riding … Together

I’m being followed by a moon shadow; Moon shadow, moon shadow. I may lose my eyes, my legs, my voice, but I won’t ever lose my imagination. I close my eyes and see myself… Leaping and hopping on a moon shadow Above the clouds Above…

Poem #9: No time for Porridge

Certain foods and images I associate with a specific season or experience. When it’s cold, it’s porridge in the Irish countryside; When the crispness of fall beckons, homemade ice cream after our favorite Montana hike provides a comforting way to relax and finally unwind. How…

Poem #8: Dissecting Emojis

What’s trending? A tidal wave of emotions. Expressed with a quick push of a button. Repeat. Delete. Tell a story. I contemplate the ones I most frequently use… Champagne flutes, red wine, beer mugs, Cake, coffee, salsa dancing. Surfers and palm beaches and my home…

Poem #7: Season of the De-cluttering Diva

Season of the De-cluttering Diva Where did all this stuff come from? Start with the smallest room: the kitchen. Down came the unused shelving Out went miscellaneous mugs and dishes A little new paint made such a big difference. My walk-in closet did not live…

Poem #6: Remotely Kind or Removed

Amicable Aliens landed and were disgusted by what they saw. Violence. Cruelty. Pollution. And decided to take charge. Immediately. Zap! Anyone committing a violent act had to learn 100 happy words and use them repeatedly. If they couldn’t do that they were sent to Rancor…

Sharing, Caring, Bright Beach Umbrellas

Unique, colorful umbrellas seated side by side Dancing to their own choreography Getting along easily A community of colors Radiating hope Spreading joy and beauty when open Yet still bright and positive when closed …Why can’t we be more like them?

Poem #1: Homage to a female force!

Master of reinvention, creativity bounces out of you Athletic … even more at 60something Dazzling dancer and so demanding of yourself Ongoing curiosity with life and proponent of improvement Never satisfied with the status quo, early HIV/AIDS advocate Navigator of life to epic proportions Amazing…