THE COW

 

 Sunday Muse #127, where we’re inspired 

by a charming photo of girl and cow.

Submitted to The Sunday Muse

September 27, 2020

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There’s an admirable complacency about a cow

She seems to avoid worry, I don’t know how

On a hot summer’s day, she finds cool creek mud

And just stands in it while chewing her cud

When it’s milking time, she heads for the shed

She’s no written schedule, it’s all in her head

The life of a cow, to the best of my knowing

Is just giving milk and occasionally lowing.

YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW

In trolling my poetry archives, I came across this poem titled Yesterday and Tomorrow, which I wrote in about 1985 when I was leading the busy life of a lady executive.  How strange to read it now, and see how prophetic it really was. It's like my 51 year old self talking to my now 86 year old self! I have now reached the time to savour!

Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, Writers' Pantry 39,  September 26, 2020

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As I speed along the freeway

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 our 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 savour.

OPTIMISTS ARISE!

Meeting the Bar, and Grace challenges us

 to write protest poetry. Pandemics, natural 

disasters, lying politicians and protests are 

difficult times for a hopeless optimist. I seek 

release in verbal nonsense! 

Submitted to dVerse 

September 24,2020 

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LOST

ON OBSIDIAN

PATHWAYS

SEEKING 

RESPITE FROM

SKULLS AND SANGUINICITY

IT’S ALL SO

OPEROSE

AND SISYPHEAN

BEGONE

THOU DEMONS OF DESPONDENCY!

BRING ON EUPHORIA, I SAY

UBIQUITUOUSLY 

NOTE FROM THE ABBEY

 Wednesday Scribblings where we're asked to

consider things of temporary or hidden support.

Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United

September 23, 2020

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We Crawfords have moved to the burbs!  Just as the folks at Downton Abbey had their house staff, we here at Crawford Abbey have our electronic house staff.  Our electronic assistants, Echo and Alexa, assist us with turning lights on and off, setting morning alarm when necessary, handling grocery lists, reminding us to check oven when baking and washer or dryer when doing laundry, and provide entertaining music of our choice, among other light duties. Our Ring surveillance camera lets us know when someone is at the door, and captures their image.  We have added a valuable member to the household staff.  Roomba.  Roomba resides at her docking station behind a chair in the gathering room.  On command she leaves her dock and vacuums the entire house!  Mission completed, she returns to her docking station, empties herself, and recharges her batteries in preparation for her next mission.  We run an efficient household here at Crawford Abbey…Echo, Alexa, Ring, Roomba, my  son, his wife, and I.  A power outage would be the stuff of nightmares.  

SERENDIPITY

 Tuesday Poetics, and we’re to be

inspired by the delightful surrealism

of Catrin Welz-Stein.  

  http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/

Submitted to dVerse

September 22, 2020

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Midnight epiphanies 

when the brain runs free

imagination unfettered

presents wonderful visions

of serendipity….

unlikely things in likely places

glorious in new surroundings

Why not cradle 

a swan in a hat, I say

let them all float off 

on a cloudy day

Serendipity!

BEYOND THE SKY

Quadrille #112, and we’re asked to

include the word sky in our 44 words. 

Submitted to dVerse September 21, 2020 

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man dreams 

ships that go 

beyond our sky 

to space mysterious 

where asteroids cruise 

galaxies unknown 

and planets hide 

beyond our sky 

at night we peek 

above the clouds 

to vast infinity 

beyond our sky 

 we seek to know 

the secrets 

 beyond our sky

THOUGHTS ON GROWING OLD

 It’s Writers’ Pantry #38 at Poets & Storytellers.

Submitted September 20, 2020

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I lost another dear friend this week---my friend, Marie, who was a bright light in my life.  I will miss her so.  At her passing, it occurs to me I have more friends on the “other side” than I have here.  I soldier on.  It’s as if the world is a great theater and my life a stage.  Players enter stage left, and play their designated role in the drama of my life, then exit stage right, leaving memories and vestiges of themselves that make me who I am.  Go well, Marie, and tell the others I said hello.  I’ll be along one of these days. For now, there are new faces on the stage, new lessons to be learned.  In the meantime, life is good and I continue to practice for my curtain call.