My Corner Of The Planet
| Creek To Bay Cleanup Is where I’ll be in the morn Loaning them my hands |
| Picking up garbage Isn’t so bad when the view Is pleasing to spy |
| Spiritually I am rewarded and the Earth shines a bit more |
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Willing
Today’s prompt comes for the Poetry Blog of 32 Poems Magazine. “Write a poem in the form of an official document.” For example a poem in the form of a will.
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF VIXEN
If you are reading this, I have passed from this plane into another
Do not grieve for me, for I am in Heaven with those who traveled before me
I shall be with you and watch over you each and every day, have no fear
To my husband:
I leave you every breath I took with you
A love that is breath taking and life giving
A lifetime of cherished moments to hold you over
Secrets shared, laughs imparted, passion ignited and sated
I leave three precious gifts of our love
In which you shall see me every moment,
In little looks, movements, and speech
To My Children:
I leave you my soul, which I surrendered at your birth
I leave you my mind, which I shared with you every day
I leave you a world I struggled to make better for you
I leave you a sense of accomplishment for all you achieve
And a sense of pride for all that you attempt
I leave you joy with which to experience all there is in life
I leave you a foundation for life
A family unit built of deep, abiding love
Of trust, honesty, blessings and miracles
To The World:
I leave with you my gratification for challenging me
I leave you my sense of having touched some, hurt some, helped some
I leave you grateful of nature so magnificent
And daily beauty so remarkable
Keep working, keep succeeding, keep trying. I will see you when you get here.
Hello and Goodbye
ReadWritePoem Prompt #23
For your poem this week, try combining two elements that don’t seem to go together at first glance. Here’s the process:
• Think of a happy memory, a moment that brings you joy. Write five to ten lines about that moment and then put the poem away.
• Write about a moment or time of distress, sadness or anger. Once again, write five to ten lines.
• Get out the first poem and combine it with the second by alternating lines.
A moment in time when love ruled all
Knowing the day was coming made it no easier to reach
Two souls joined forever and celebrated with many
The goodbye seemed all too soon
Joyous and merry, laughing and crying
A celebration of life passed
Dances and words and songs to express
Remembrances of laughter and love
A feeling that really has no words
A longing for days gone by palpable in the air
Solemnized by law and church
Eulogies recalling days well spent and life lessons earned
Snatches of the day live forever in our minds
Tears spent, the idea of absence difficult to grasp
The day we became one
The day we let you go
The Colors Of A Sick Baby
I had a great plan today to work on the One Single Impression cue of color. Unfortunately, Butterball decided to interfere with my relax-write poetry-crochet on afghan day. She has had a fever for five days without much else. No ear pulling and only really cranky when her fever would spike. She did have a loss of appetite for the last few days and today decided she was not interested in nursing. So Nanny decided to take her to Urgent Care. Approximately 759,367 other parents also decided the same thing. They arrived at 1pm when it opened (I think, I was still at home dreaming the foolish dreams of a Grandmother left to her own devices). By 3pm they still had not been seen and Lloyd had to leave for work at 3:45. So who ya gonna call? Grambusters! I went over and relieved him. We were eventually seen and they couldn’t find anything wrong, but just in case they wanted to do a chest x-ray (I am still not sure about that one). But, alas, there is no x-ray machine at the UC. So they sent us off to the local emergency room for that (which is also the trauma center for the area and one of the busiest places in the county). We returned with our x-ray on CD and Butterball was pronounced:
A cold.
I got home at 8PM!!!!
I will not, however, miss a day of NaPoWriMo. For I am Grambuster
Your chubby cheeks flushed coral
Your eyelids painted crimson, with a slash of violet underneath
Eyes of seagreen glassed over
All set within a palette of pale cornsilk
A dose of bright salmon Motrin
Combined with fluffy, cotton candy pink love from Mommy and Grandma
And POOF
You start feeling peachy!
Week Long
| Another Friday Took forever to arrive Relief to my mind |
| Weekends are needed To rejuvenate and to Restore my groove line |
| Will finish joining The Share A Square afghan for Kids who have cancer |
| I have owed it since Long ago, last year, behind Shelly must worry |
| Have had a great time With my mom’s visit this week But gained many pounds |
| NaPoWriMo has Been quite a challenge for me Only thirteen more |
| The creating lines Transforming thoughts/ideas Is good for my mind |
| Find beauty in all Tho’ strife may still lurk nearby Only positive |
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Displaced
From ReadWritePoem:
This week’s prompt is to write a poem that speaks for someone who cannot speak for himself/herself.
Although it seems there are miles between us
We are not so far apart, you and I
You collect cans for money, as I do I
I have not always known
Where I would rest my head at night or
How I would ease the hunger in my belly
If I was crazy or incomplete or just wrong
One step or two, is all that separates us
I see you on the street and I wonder
If I could do anything for you
What would you have me do?
Whoopsie
Life is screaming past
I can’t hold on to the moments
Don’t know if I want to
Loving the memories
Not wanting to let them go
Yet appreciating the seconds
More than before
Who creates the timeline
Who controls the good and the bad
Not questioning the intracacies
Just living the moment
Happiness comes in spurts
Letting go
Forgiving
Forgetting
Loving
Myself
Find the Vixen
For Realz
Spread The Frenzy
Barked Back