SUNDAY MUSE 211
A QUATRAIN FOR DAISY
Daisy was a strong lady
Who played a leading role
With Daisy’s determination
She always met her goal
She set her sights on victory
Winning never to lack
Daisy was the smart lady
Who kept the wind at her back.
FRIDAY WRITINGS at Poets & Storytellers, and we're asked to consider our observations of the depressing news of our current times. At 88 years of age, I can hardly lead a march or run for office, but I can do my small part to spread a bit of cheer and kindness at any opportunity. I was reminded of this poem about a lady whose small act was to plant a rose bush and bring some beauty to her part of the world. Her thoughtfulness lingers on, and so might ours.
Mary planted roses by the door
In that time so long ago
Through lace curtains at the window
She watched them bloom and grow.
Those days are long since gone
Faded into pages of the past
But still the roses vine and bloom
Each year as beautiful as the last.
The lace now hangs in tatters
The cottage vacant and still
The oaks still overlook it all
From their spot upon the hill.
Mary is but a memory
To those who loved her best
But still her roses vine and bloom
Since she’s been laid to rest.
So we, too, leave a legacy
In small things we have done
And we leave a gossamer footprint
That lingers after we have gone.
FRIDAY WRITINGS Magaly suggested we find something old and give it new life. I found this golden oldie from my days as a lady executive longing for some peace and quiet. Now I'm on the other side, having the time to savor I longed for all that time ago. There seems little that needs to be changed! It's a nice reminder of how I looked forward to these quiet times....a peek at the me who used to be! I'm sending good wishes to Magaly for a quick recovery!
As I speed along the highway
In the usual morning race
My thoughts turn back to other times
When life had a slower pace
When there was time for dreaming
And wriggling my toes in the mud
And close examination
Of each leaf and flower and bud.
For listening to autumn breezes
As they rustled through fields of grain
And for smelling the wondrous fresh bouquet
Of a late spring evening rain
For idling under a shade tree
When no one knew where I was
And studying the intricate mechanics
Of what makes bumblebees buzz.
For listening to trills of songbirds
As they flit from tree to tree
While I looked for four-leaf clovers
In grass like a great green sea.
It seems now my days are so busy
These pleasures are things of the past
I try to find time for dreaming
But life races by too fast
I think of the time when I’m older,
With time on my hands again.
How I’ll treasure those special moments
Much moreso than I did then.
For God in his infinite wisdom
Has bestowed a very great favor
What in youth we take for granted
In old age we have time to savor.
Sunday Muse #205
I remember the diner
We sat in “our” booth
in the back
oblivious to everyone
Your eyes were
the bluest of blue,
your lips like
waiting to be plucked
It was then we decided
to be married
and to live
to those young lovers?
Where did it all
Our dreams like “our” booth
now empty and bereft
charred in the
pages of time
Was it all
smoke and mirrors?
FRIDAY WRITINGS. Magaly suggests we put a twinkle in our wrinkle. I incorporated it into a poem of things I wonder about. If only we each acknowledged the power of one! (The art is my own). Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United, March 25, 2022
Sarah invites us to put a little color in view, and gives us a delightful bouquet of words to use for our poem. We can use any or all, and I had a bit of fun with them all. Submitted to dVerse 3-22-22.
When the trumpet sounded, it was time for my
tea with Florence, so I donned my best chemise.
and checked the mirror. I was beautiful, and
it was a glorious tea which ended when the
rolling fog was coming in. Time to throw
confetti on the goblin masquerade, and
head for my hidey hole until first light. After all,
tomorrow is another day.
Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and our word is paper. A long-lasting debate about bathroom tissue comes to mind. Submitted to dVerse on this firsr day of Spring, 3-21-22.
Some say they are “ready to roll”
all well and good
but which way?
Should it roll over
if you’re an over
and you marry
an under, what then?
Ah, the great toilet paper controversy!