Monday, November 26, 2018


Haibun Monday at dVerse, and the
subject to ponder is “Wait”. 
Submitted to dVerse
November 27, 2018

The word that goes hand in hand with “wait”
is “patience”, which is said to be a virtue.  My
sainted mother always said I was behind the
door when patience was handed out, and I seem to
have little tolerance for waiting.  There is one place,
however, where I have succeeded in overcoming
my lack of patience for waiting … at the grocery
store.  Some wise marketer deemed it wise to
place the rack of tabloid magazines at checkouts.
While I would NEVER purchase one, I am quite
happy to stand in line perusing them for juicy
tidbits about my favorite celebrities, such knowledge
to pass along at next lunch with lady friends.  If the
headlines are especially appealing, I’ve been known
to choose the longest check-out line!  In most
situations, waiting is sure to find me sighing and
foot-tapping, but grocery shopping, on the other hand,
is an educational experience!
never mind the wait
tabloids are entertaining
my little secret

Thursday, November 8, 2018


We’re Meeting the Bar at dVerse, and considering
the use of metaphors.  What better time of year
to practice metaphoring!
Submitted to dVerse
November 8, 2018


It’s a typical late autumn day.  Clouds fleeing rogue
breezes skitter across  a delphinium sky tossing their
white skirts like ladies hurrying to the fancy dance ball.
The maple, crimson only a week ago, now stands bereft,
its bare limbs like arms akimbo, its crimson skirts fallen
to a fading pool at its feet.  The birds travel in twittering
groups, swirling and swooping, their bags packed for
the journey south.  I breathe deep the crisp, invigorating
air…and I am grateful for the glories of yet another autumn. 

Wednesday, October 31, 2018


Midweek Motif at Poets United, and
our challenge is to feature money in
our response.  I’ve chosen to put
money in a Halloween setting.
Submitted to Poets United
October 31, 2018

T’was the devil at my door with eyes obsidian
How dare he intrude on my life quotidian!
It’s my money he wants, I said to myself
Well, I’ll not fall prey to the evil elf.
“Be gone!” said I, “ with your moral turpitude!”
Thinking to send him off with some attitude
“There’s no place”, I said, “for your kind on my street.”
But the devil just smiled and said TRICK OR TREAT!

Tuesday, October 30, 2018


Tuesday Poetics, and Lillian asks that our
Writing be preceded by these three words
“Once upon a …” and we cannot use the
word time.   What an opportunity!
Submitted to dVerse Tuesday Poetics
October 30, 2018

Once upon the castle parapet
Sat the fair Damsel Lillibet
Wondering which knight to kiss, which to spurn
Praying for wisdom of which way to turn
Puzzles and princes, lily pads and frogs
Enigmas, conundrums and pollywogs
Dilemmas encountered for reasons obscure
Such is the life of the Damsel demure


Monday, October 29, 2018


Haibun Monday, and our suggested
topic is Change.  Oh Mercy, how could
I choose, let me count the ways!  There’s not
enough paper for me to cover them all.  What
a fun topic! 
Submitted to dVerse
October 29, 2018
I scarcely know how to begin to recount the changes
I’ve seen!   I remember when water came from a pump
 at the well.  Our vintage Chevy was “straight stick” and
clutch.  A call from nature required a walk to the “outhouse”.
The phone hung on the wall, and it was necessary to crank
the ring of neighbors on our line, or “Central” to connect
us to other lines.  Our “ring” was a long and two shorts,
my aunt’s a short and two longs, and so on.  The only
things that flew over our house were migrating birds.
Service station attendants cleaned the windshield and
pumped the fuel for our car. Our home was heated with
coal stoves, mother’s cook stove was fueled by corn cobs.
No one locked their doors.  You could take a man at his word.
There was no crime,  My life has been a quantum leap to air
travel, credit cards, computer, iPhone, television, surveillance
cameras, automation and electric scooters.  It seems there’s
an “app” for everything, and Amazon can deliver it all. 

My venerable friends and card-playing buddies have mastered
changes along with me.  Recently we were playing cards
when we heard music.  Each in turn, we put down our cards
and reached for our purses and cell phones, but none were ringing.
We sat in puzzlement … until we realized it was the Good Humor
Man, the little ice cream truck that cruised the neighborhoods
playing happy little tunes to attract the children to buy his ice cream!
Change, you say?  We’ve certainly seen a few!
from summer to fall
from an outhouse to a spa
changes are welcome

Thursday, October 18, 2018


Midweek Motif asks us to consider Abundance.
which seems often confused with material things.
Submitted to Poets United October 18, 2018
and also submitted to Poetry Pantry
 October 27, 2018

 In the rush to work, the next appointment
   the golf outing,  exercise at the gym,
the hairdresser, the barber, getting the oil changed
doing the laundry, mowing the lawn
wishing for an abundance we cannot see
to fill the longing we cannot name
while sensory and visual pleasures are all about us
an abundance of gifts left unopened in our headlong race

Glorious sunrise, azure skies, fields of grain
the colors of autumn, misty morning dew
a baby’s chuckle, a mother’s hug
the voice of a friend, the kiss of  a  lover
the comforts of home, the music of birdsong
the patter of raindrops, the joy of  first snow
Awareness of abundance

Tuesday, October 16, 2018


It's Poetics Tuesday, and Mish at dVerse
has asked us to consider beauty in ugly.
I was reminded of a tattered and much-used
and abused teddy bear left behind with childish
things.  Well worn, but somehow beautiful.
The art and the poem are mine.
Submitted to dVerse
October 16, 2018