A tall glass of sweet iced tea, The sun warm and the breezes cool, Children laughing, birds singing. Porch chairs to while away the afternoon, Good friends and good conversation, Nowhere to go, nothing else to do. Rocking, sipping, chatting… In those few precious moments, Serenity.
Tag: poetry
Raising independent children
When I was a kid, around first grade-ish, I walked to school. It was less than half a mile from where I lived, but in my child-mind, and to my pudgy child-legs, it was at least five miles - both ways, up hill, in the snow. Across the street from my school, there was a … Continue reading Raising independent children
Trapped in the automat
Once upon a time A maiden longed for passion Pining for her prince Fishing in frog ponds Searching in fresh produce aisles Squeezing the melons Pursuing her dreams Sports bars and trivia nights Hoping for a match Meeting Mister Right Her one and only pursuit She’ll stop at nothing Subtle men attend Twice weekly worship meetings Have … Continue reading Trapped in the automat
Sit awhile
Turn calendar page A new year, wipe the slate clean, You still can’t go home
Yellow melancholy
I was down in New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow-haired girl. There was miles of yellow tape, silhouette chalk lines. A prophet stood on the street corner, behind a police barricade Shouting at the crowd, “Heed the path that led you to that place, yellow desert stream.” The night was steaming, driving everyone mad with … Continue reading Yellow melancholy
Green with envy
Walking on cloud nine Green and crunchy cumulus My reptile heaven
Thin spiral notebook 