Six of us
piled in a car
drove to the beach
at 9PM.
The most peaceful
place to be.
We’d walk
we’d run
we’d splash
we’d climb the rocks
we’d talk
No judgement.
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!
#22
Tenderness
a feeling
an emotion
Tenderness
soft
gentle
Tenderness
grandma’s hands
mom’s kiss
Tenderness
#24
Today
so much to do
Tomorrow
so much more to do
All because yesterday
I put off til tomorrow
what I could have done today.
#23
For One More Day (Mitch Albom)
we all hope for it
we expect it.
A time will come
when our days
will be numbered.
Sometimes we know
with sickness
others not.
One more day
seems insignificant
until it’s here.
What to do?
Who to see?
Will there be time enough?
#21
Umbrellas keep us dry
and shaded from the sun.
Raindrops pitter patter
running off.
Sun rays beat down
warming the ground.
#20
Echo husband
Repeats everything I say
as if it were his idea.
My ideas get no credit
because he makes them his.
I say it and like an echo
I hear it again.
#19
Oz
a happy place
sunshine
and flowers
friends
and journeys
where the unknown
is discovered
all because
there’s no place like home.
#18
A Moment of Joy
Writing poems with many
wonderful people,
none who I know personally
but gather with virtually
for exciting writing events.
We gather multiple times
each year.
#17
Monsters under my bed
Can’t hang my hand over the side
something may grab it.
Can’t sleep too close to the bed edge
something may touch me.
I should know better
dust bunnies are all that
is under my bed.
#16
Today
we can be happy
We can have fun
We can enjoy time
because you are always asking
When?