originally published by me in july 2014 on Bubblews

Sunny lakeside days
Coconut oil in the air
Grainy sand between my toes
Tanning bodies, skin to bare
Live bait and fishing poles
Conversations with my dad
Evenings angling at the lake
Some of the best I had
Afternoons at my country home
In the sun, with a book
Baby oil and iodine
To achieve that Coppertone look
Baseball games fill the night
To watch or to play
KC Royals on the radio
In their Eighties heyday
A symphony of cicadas
Sweet sounds of the night
Spiders and grasshoppers
Giving me a fright
Farmers with their tractors
Golden bales of hay
Working the fields of their livelihood
Every sunny summer day
Though the memories are hazy now
And the details have begun to fade
The stories I must tell to mine
My childhood happiness conveyed
Photo Credit: my own
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An Ugly Soul, A Poem

A body submerged in anger
A soul teeming with hate
A head with thoughts so ugly
A virulent storm unwilling to abate

Why has this beating heart
Become so bitterly cold
Why has the kind spirit decayed
Why is the goodness rotting with mold

The warmth that once persisted
Evaporated with all of life's good
Replaced with such intense hatred
Unable to understand or be understood

Loving others seems improbable
Loving self is impossible
When did one become despicable
In this world so unpredictable

originally published by me on bubblews in October 2014

A Goodnight Poem

The room is finally quiet so I can finally think
Yet my brain seems to be sleeping or on the brink
A poem deep and meaningful I wanted to write
Instead I'm yawning in the dark of night

My creativity must be waning along with the moon
As the clock ticks, I see it will be morning soon
The peaceful time coincides with the time I must rest
So this goodnight poem may not be my best

Perhaps tomorrow I'll become inspired
I'll write something lovely before becoming tired
In the meanwhile, I think I am done for the day
So this goodnight poem is all that's left to say
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I originally published this in Bubblews in Sept 2014

Poetry on the Fly

This poem was originally posted on bubblews in October of 2014.

So many times I sit down to write a poem. So many times the noise from my children prevents me from actually completing the poem. I'm sitting here with about five minutes to kill. It is not quiet, but it is quieter than usual. So I thought I'd write a quick poem.

The sunshine is resting today
As the clouds do their thing
Hazy, lazy, gray day
Drizzling, misting, rain

Dreary, a bit, but cozy too
Chilly outside, but toasty in
Jackets and boots and hats
The smell of fire burning

The sounds, sights, and scents
A resounding announcement of fall
Sleepy, restive weather
As I hear my blankets and pillows call

'Twas the Day Before Nothing...

Just a quick little poem that I felt like writing as I watch my children play and spend a lazy morning at home. 

 

'Twas the day before nothing, when all through the house

There were no plans or activities, except for my poor working spouse

Three children were playing an entertaining game

It's one of our favorites, Quirkle is the name

 As they sat on the floor telling the littlest what was right and wrong
They all were humming and singing a popular song
As "Let it Go!" sounded to my happy ears
I felt content for the moment watching my dears

 The kids were in shorts on this chilly fall day
I sat on the sofa still wearing my pj's
A day full of nothing is such a rare jewel
Though I may be missing mass made me feel like a fool

 The relaxing will have to cease at some point today
As we begin to clean and put the fall decorations away
For it is time to bring the boxes up the stairs
So the Christmas decorations can be placed everywhere

For now I will enjoy this moment of nothingness
For time like this is fleeting, most days are filled with stress
Thus this day before nothing will be happy, a ball
And I wish a very happy nothing Sunday to you all!