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The word: Lock keeper

The River
Current flows swiftly
Raft at rest, now moving

Over the weirs
Squeals of delight
Cold water splashing
Oars dipping briskly

What secrets does she keep
locked in her watery bosom?

» Posted By jolene On July 19, 2018 @ 8:29 am

The word: Sun

In this house
We eat beans
and worship the sun
Stone soup or bean soup
all the same
with broth from 4th of July’s bbq ribs
cooked first in the slow cooker with root beer
and onions
acorn squash
and tomatoes and oregano from the garden
yellow squash from the fruit stand
brewed together
tastier each

» Posted By jolene On July 14, 2018 @ 5:58 pm

The word: Serendipitous

The day warm
the bird, a humming
bird, iridescent green
sits on the top
of the Blue Spruce

How serendipitous
I looked out
just the right time

the moment before
she took flight.

» Posted By jolene On July 4, 2018 @ 2:12 pm

The word: Grateful

Grateful for
little red convertible
vultures soaring overhead
strong legs to hike the trail
two hawks startled taking flight
the weather warm and a bit breezey
wide-brimmed hat to shield my face
sun on my face and wind in my hair
my partner who walks an easy pace
few stickers in my socks
abundant cool water
Sego lilies

» Posted By jolene On July 4, 2018 @ 2:28 pm

The word: Fishing

I love it! I do enjoy rhyming poems, and you are so good at it!

» Posted By jolene On May 24, 2018 @ 6:26 pm

The word: Curiouser


Sometimes hard to remember
sometimes it comes jumping back

a shetland pony in our backyard
opened the door with his teeth
nudged cupboards with his soft, downy muzzle
quick oats spread over the floor
Mom yelling, then laughing
she shooed him out
Cocoa was his name

We climbed trees
picked weeds
rode bikes
down the big hill
(how did it shrink so small now?)

roamed through open fields
stomped on mushrooms
picked different weeds
blew dandelion heads
caught pollywogs in puddles
put them in empty pickle jars

we built forts from blankets
pushed each other in ancient baby carriages
who could get to the fence the fastest?
jumped on old truck inner tubes
skinned knees and banged heads

went for rides in my uncle’s convertible
shiny blue and oh so cool
slurped icees
and spilled them in the back seat

Loved tostadas
and Okie Frijole
All You Can Eat
what a treat!

Become curiouser
see what jumps into your head

» Posted By jolene On March 23, 2018 @ 11:56 am

The word: Knitting

Before the career, before the husband(s), before the babies
I was making
an Ecru Afghan
beautiful pattern
never finished
found it in a cupboard
sent it to the thrift shop
is someone else knitting it now?

» Posted By jolene On February 5, 2018 @ 12:51 pm

The word: What if

If we all believed in our own geniuses. . . . .

Would the world be a better place?

A kinder place?

A more fascinating place?

Or just a place inhabited by more arrogance
and more need to be right?

» Posted By jolene On January 3, 2018 @ 12:49 pm

Great poem, Kevin! Yes, science is finally catching up with what yogis and the Buddhists have known for millennia. There are many selves, many personalities, many lifetimes. Consciousness does not reside within the physical body.

» Posted By jolene On January 3, 2018 @ 12:46 pm

The word: Antiquarian

Time with an old mother
a woman in her 90’s
in Slovakia, former communist colony
her apartment, old, dirty, smelly
the bed 60 plus years old

I brought her small dishes of yogurt
and berries, bought at the local market
she too cheap to buy these for herself
she relished them

on my last day there
I ripped out old carpet
in the kitchen, filthy with grease and dirt
underneath bare wood,
looked clean
washed windows,
let the sun in

a few months later
we got the word
she collapsed on the floor
flirted with the paramedics
as they trundled her out
to hospital
where she died

at my parents home
my mother 81,
we celebrated Dad’s birthday, 86
house dirty, dust everywhere
the dogs given places on honor
on the sofas

I clean, wash sheets, pillows
buy new rug for bathroom
get the grime out from behind the toilet

will this be my last time cleaning
at this house?

» Posted By jolene On December 20, 2017 @ 2:13 pm

The word: Chapter

The quilt of words
covered me over
when I got the news that my
cat was dead.

Brought in diseased
I thought she said
and carried on a discussion
of whether I could take him home
or did he need to stay longer?
In quarantine, was what I thought
but didn’t say.

The worker must have thought me strange
this conversation, about a dead cat
who I thought was still alive.

Then, when my daughter, who volunteers at the humane society
arrived, and hearing the news, repeated
“Oh no, he was brought in deceased!”

And I stood there in shock
feeling foolish at my misunderstanding
and stunned at the news that my beautiful
black and white, so healthy and sleek
Lil’ Guy
was dead.

And why didn’t the man just say “dead”
when he called to tell me my cat had been brought in?

Another chapter, unfolds
as the quilt unravels, and the word sinks in
and I trudge to the car
carrying the empty pet carrier

» Posted By jolene On December 13, 2017 @ 3:58 pm

The word: Crestfallen

Martin, great poem! So timely. Will be interesting to see what happens next.

» Posted By jolene On December 12, 2017 @ 10:55 am

Jack, great poem! Thanks for posting it.

» Posted By jolene On December 12, 2017 @ 10:54 am

like the fallen snow
only darker, not white

» Posted By jolene On December 7, 2017 @ 1:19 pm

The word: Happiness

You’re beautiful
she said to herself
and she waited.

She smiled and waited
for the happiness
of self-affirmation to find her.
And she waited.

Tired of waiting
She walked outside
it was cold
she looked skyward
the sun was shining
golden leaves draped the limp grass

Taking the long-handled implement
from the garage
she raked, and raked
leaves into piles
scooped them up
into brown paper bags
set them on the curb

a smile curled her lips
and Happiness
found her.

» Posted By jolene On November 16, 2017 @ 11:25 am

The word: Home

Home is where you make it

I have a home
and I travel

when I travel
somewhere else becomes home

» Posted By jolene On November 3, 2017 @ 11:10 am

The word: Humanness

Humanness sinks
dark and heavy
into the earth’s core of molten lava

» Posted By jolene On October 26, 2017 @ 9:38 am

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