HUMANITY

 Open Link and Writer’s Pantry, idle thoughts on a lazy day.  We all walk such diverse paths in our way through life, I suppose this poem could be endless, but mercifully I reached its conclusion!   Submitted to dVerse, and to Storytellers and Poets United.   May 2021

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 HUMANITY      

Comers and goers

Lovers and dreamers

Slow walking fast talkers

High flyers on the down low

Losers and winners

Mathematicians and magicians

Escorts and pole dancers

Lost with nowhere to go

Architects and demolition experts

Teachers and seekers of knowledge

Risk takers and tale spinners

Those who travel alone

Tree huggers and street muggers

Each in their own way bereft

While thinking little of others

They enter stage right, exit stage left.

We wander through our lives

Some doors we go in, and some out

But there’s one common thread among us

Wondering what it's all about.

WAIT

Weekly Scribblings, and Rosemary challenges us to consider the word "wait".  None of us escapes it!  Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, May 26, 2021

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 WAIT

In the great, grand pecking order of words,

WAIT must be considered highest,

I presume.

It has, after all, been assigned

its very own 

room.

IN-TITLE- MEANT

Poetics Tuesday, and Mish has given us a delicious list of quotes from popular movies, and suggests we choose one to be included in our poem.  I'm afraid I've over-achieved.  Submitted May 25, 2021

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My Precious, 

Where we’re going we don’t need roads,  

We’re headed to infinity and beyond.  

Everything the light touches is our kingdom.  

I’m your huckleberry---a glass case of emotion.  

You complete me.  Every time a bell rings, 

listen to the children of the night.  

What music they make!  

You like jazz, the stuff dreams are made of ?  

I don’t want to survive, I want to live.  After all, 

tomorrow is another day and you can’t be a 

proper writer without a  touch of madness.  

You’ll need a bigger boat to round up the usual suspects.

 Go ahead, make my day. I don’t know how to quit you.

STAR WISH

Writer's Pantry when we choose a poem or prose of our choice.  As is often the case, my thoughts turn back to days of long ago.  I'm submitting my memory to Poets & Storytellers United, May 23, 2021

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When I was a youngster one of the highlights of our long summers was the Friday night free movie which was shown on a screen in the open area behind the drug store in the little town where we lived.  I guess it was the prairie precursor of the drive-in movie.   The parents parked along the grassy area edge, and watched from the relative comfort of their cars.  After much coming and going to the drug store soda fountain for nickel cups of ice cream that had movie stars’ photos on the inside of the lid, it was time to spread blankets on the grass and settle down for the big show.  

Once I’d spread my “blanket”, a denim patchwork made by my mother from pieces of my father’s worn overalls, my friends joined me, and it was time to watch for my childhood sweetheart.  On a clear night, the evening star would appear just over the top of the make-shift screen. I remember gazing skyward and with all due childhood fervor thinking “I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight….I wish Willard would come to sit with me.”  Most times, just at dusk as the movie was beginning, my wish would come true and he would join me.  I still remember the thrill when his hand accidentally touched mine as we sat and watched “Swiss Family Robinson”!

The years have come and gone.  My life journey took me to the city life, and his kept him on the prairie, farming the land he inherited from his father.  On a bright summer night when I see the twinkle of the first star of evening, I think of Willard Cashmer and I wonder if he ever thinks of me.

GEMINI

 Sunday Muse #161, submitted 5/22/2021

GEMINI

Gemini, Gemini

let me count the ways

star filled nights and sunny days

stormy weather and rainbows

just when I know who you are

you aren’t

carefree frolic and laughter

joys and happy ever after

 until

dark and moody comes to call

immense displeasure over all

Gemini, Gemini

let me count the ways….

THE WALTZ

 Meet the Bar Thursday and our challenge is to consider a poem with the beat of a waltz.  Easy as one, two, three!  Submitted to dVerse May 20, 2021

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One two three

Waltzing, said he

Seeming to float

Round the floor

One time more

Missing nary a note

Wrapped  in her arms

Enfolded in charms

Cares of the world remote.

One two three

Captured was he

Dance is poetic, he wrote.

DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR?

Weekly Scribblings, and Rommy asks us to write in the form of a list.  It occurs to me I need a list to remind me which musical tone in our new home is telling me what.  As I compile the list, I’m wondering if any of us remember what silence is!

1.  The musical beep from the stove when it has reached the heat level requested.

2.   The slightly different tone from the Air Fryer when it’s reached requested level, the second double beep when it’s time to turn the food items over, and the final multiple beep when the cycle is completed.

3.   The happy little tones of our Roomba leaving her station for cleaning duty, and her different little tones when she’s returned to her docking station for recharging.

4.   The washing machine signaling its cycle is complete.

5.  The dryer with its companion signal when drying time has expired.

6.  The Ring signal from our surveillance system to let us know someone is at the door.

7.  The beep of the Echo monitor in the kitchen when it has a message.

8.  The sweet tone of my Alexa monitor in my office reminding me to check the washer, the dryer, the stove or whichever bell and whistle I have managed to ignore!

9.  The voice of the Alexa monitor in my bedroom giving me the weather update.

10.  The musical tone from my iPhone when someone has left a message.

11.   The different musical tones when I have an incoming call.

12.  Occasional alarming tones when scammers are alerting me my computer is going to implode if I don’t respond to their request.

13.   The chimes of the grandfather clock marking the hours of my life.

14.  The tune of the upstairs clock that plays a classical tune every hour on t he hour.

Indeed, do you hear what I hear?