#OctPoWriMo 18 – Time and the Heap

How do we set the counter back?
The Before,
When simple meant

Time to explore
Time to reflect

So busy now, always plugged in
Always on the move

Too much to finish
Too much to start

Somewhere in the middle we are lost
How do we crawl out of the heap?
How do we set the counter back?

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#OctPoWriMo 17 – Strawberries

She turned her nose up at the berries
I had grown with my patience and toil.
They aren’t the same as the store-bought ones.
They are small, very small, and very red.

“But you love strawberries.
You eat them by the pint.”
“They don’t look right,” she refused,
Shaking her blonde head and scrunching her nose.

So I left the bowl on the counter,
A tangerine bowl filled with crimson fruit
Bright against the mottled brown stone.
I went outside to enjoy the shade of the porch and sip my wine.

Not to my surprise, my girl followed me out,
Bowl in hand and berries in her mouth,
Juice dribbling down her chin.
“I told you so.”

#OctPoWriMo 14 – Community Garden

A community of gardeners
Who can’t agree on gardening
They bicker about the bermudagrass
Fists at their sides hardening

And who keeps track of what is done
By whom and when and why
But half the gardeners never show
So is it worth a try

To make the gardeners understand
They need to do their part
Will the leaders step up soon
Like they should have from the start?

The grass needs mowed
The weeds need pulled
The mulch needs laid
The plants need culled

But no one sees it as their duty
To keep the garden looking neat
They come to meetings grudgingly
At the promise of a treat

A community of gardeners
Who struggle to join together
They bail on working Saturdays
At the slightest hint of weather

 

#OctPoWriMo 12 – Kansas Seagulls

A migration of thousands,
Flashes of white and gray
Against the storm cloud sky
With the sunrise behind me.
Swirling, twirling, doubling back,
No straight course
Yet clearly heading south.
How will they get there,
Their path so randomly etched?
Play more the work.
If I had the time,
I’d wind my way like the gulls.
I’ll head out to sea when the time is right.