Sunday, September 24, 2017

Morning Prayer

Ears to Hear

Lord, I’m drawing a blank again.
I need some insight from You.
I feel like an awkward stranger,
and that causes me to feel sad.
I like it when I get those ahas.
Those times when You speak
And I hear and know that I hear.
God, please, give me that again.

Today’s Bible Gateway verse is
“So do not throw away your confidence;
it will be richly rewarded. You need
to persevere so that when you have done
the will of God, you will receive what
he has promised. Hebrews 10:35-36 NIV
What is Your will for me this Sunday?
When in doubt, love God and love others.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Gnomes Autumn Acrostic

Orange

O range, yellow-orange, purplish-red
R ed maple trees lining the road
A rtistic brilliance in every mile
N umbers of people
G awking at beauty
E nergy rising as temperatures fall

22 gnomes autumn acrostic

Crunching

C rispy, crackling leaves crunching under foot
R acing through the breeze as summer goes kaput
U nderneath the moon
N ew adventures soon
C rispy, crackling leaves raked into a pile
H aving autumn fun, leaping with a smile
I recall those autumn days of when I was a child
N ow the autumn of life is approaching. I’m
G oing out with style. 

Thursday, September 21, 2017

gnomes summer dance

Moonlit summer dance
Bodies, hearts and souls entwine
Then the testing comes

20 gnomes summer dance

Last Dance

The summer dance is near the end,
As breezes blow through verdant leaves.
The sun smiles down like leaving friend,
While weather offers short reprieves.

Adventurers will rush about
To get in just one last hurrah.
They’ll camp and sail, and try new route,
A summer thrill to give them awe.

And soon the leaves will dance in time.
They’ll drift and lift in autumn air.
In bright new dress, they’re quite sublime.
Let summer end with splendid flare.




19 Poetic Asides Information

Art, body language
Film, nature, education
Sending messages

18 PA information

Information

I nvestigative reporters may put their
N oses where they ought nought be to get the news. Scouring for
F acts they may come up with lies    
O r even fudge on a few details causing their
R eports to be more fiction than reality, as they develop their
M aterial. We need to examine
A ll the evidence with wisdom and discernment.
T he vast communication we experience today and the abundance of
I ntelligence available online can be
O verwhelming. The knowledge we gain is tremendous, though
N ow we’re never sure the data we receive can be trusted.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Poem in a hurry

Nothing Poem

I’ve written thousands of poems.
Surely, I can write one more
But nothing. Time for breakfast.

Maybe my sausage and eggs
Will prod me to inspiration
And magic will flow.

Or the crunch of cereal
Will trigger a memory,
Grist for the perfect poem.

Or the wheat bread toasted
To a golden brown—Melted butter
Will ooze out some ideas

Perhaps the smell of yogurt
And fresh berries urge me on
And the poem will flow.

You just never know
When that poetic muse
Will come tripping by.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Gnomes Choka

Answered Prayer
(Acts 12)

Rhoda was a maid.
She served at a prayer meeting.
Prayer for imprisoned Peter.
While everyone prayed
A knock sounded on the door.
She hurried to answer it.
She heard Peter’s voice
She ran to tell the others.
But they thought she was crazy.
But she insisted.
They thought it must be his ghost.
They finally went with her.
Shocked to find Peter
He told them how he escaped
An angel came to help him
“Tell James and others,”
And went to another place.
Sometimes God’s answers amaze.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Gnomes Cold

Autumn Cold

Jackets line up on the back of the couch.
Cover up the AC, turn up the heat.
Leaves are turning golden yellow.
Autumn weather can’t be beat.

But soon the snow will be falling
And the streets will be of ice.
Let’s stay in where it’s cozy.
Being with you will suffice. 

13 Gnomes Cold

Cold

C entigrade’s dropping
O ne degree at a time.
L ets get out the winter coats, but
D o those summer things while temp is fine.

12 Gnomes Cold


Cold Shoulder

He gives me the cold shoulder
with steely gray eyes.
His nose points up yonder.
He thinks he’s so wise.
But then the quarrel passes.
and it’s no surprise
He’s ready to hug
and give those sweet kisses again.

11 Gnomes Cold

Bath Time on a Cold Morning

See her shiver with goosebumps on her arms.
It’s bath time again. How can you do this to her?
She craves the fresh-dried towel out of the dryer.
I’m no liar. It’s a cruel, but a necessary kindness.
You must be clean, my dear.
Wash off the grime, my dear.
And it’s clear, you’ll be fresh as a daisy in no time. 

10 Gnomes Cold

Catching Cold

Oh, the hacking and the sneezing that goes on.
The sniffles and the wheezing, it is wrong.
I’d rather see your smiling face with not a trace
of that disgusting…never mind.
Get the elixir. You sure need it sir.
And you’ll be right as rain in no time. 

Monday, September 11, 2017

Gnomes Sevenling

Sevenling The Right Side

The right side is frozen.
He sounds like he’s drunk.
He has no strength.

An ambulance ride.
PT, OT, and ST
Wheelchair, walker, gait belt

Walking, talking, writing better each day.

Friday, September 8, 2017

WD I am...

I am a Flexible Rock

That’s what Hubby says
after his stroke. It takes
great energy to move
his right arm and leg
as he forges new
neuropathways.
When he exercises,
he becomes more flexible
and less like a rock.

Except in steadfastness,
love and determination,
he’s more like a rock.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

PA I am..

I am a Child of God

I am simple yet complicated.
I am smart though forgetful.
I work hard until I don’t.
I like red-orange, blue-violet,
yellow-green and blue-green.
Sunny yellow nauseates me.
I like caring for people, but
not the duties of a caregiver.
I love the Holy Trinity.
I love to worship even
all night sometimes.
I love to sing, dance, draw
and paint. I love to write poems,
but find most poetry confusing.
I like to write fiction, true stories,
devotions and children’s stories.
I love my husband but loving him
is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I love my kids but I worry about them
and at times feel like a bad parent.
I dream and get disappointed, yet
I don’t give up on my dreams.
I like to pray but don’t do it enough.
I love the outdoors but stay inside
most of the time. I like to travel
to new places, though it scares me.
I'm a Coloradan with PA still in me.
I’m looking forward to heaven,
yet I continually pray to be safe.
I’m confused about my purpose.
I hope to be a college graduate
but the logic still evades me.
I am a sister to four amazing women.
I am a daughter to a dear couple
who have already passed on.
I am a grandma wannabe.
I am a niece, a cousin,
a granddaughter, a friend.
I am out of shape and long
to be my right weight and
have lots of energy. I am
hopeful but battle depression.
I am a child of God, not
because I’m great but
because He is. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

couplets

At times, I feel like a manatee.
Barely moving, that’s for me.
Like a big couch cushion drifting along,
Though being lazy seems so wrong.
Eventually I’ll have enough,
then I will get off my duff.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

one to ten

Owl
Hoo-hoo
In a tree
Eyes wide open
Wings spread in a swoop
Talons poised for the grab
End of life for hapless mouse
Better it than my kitty-cat
Nature can be both wise and unkind
Kitty-cat purring safely on my lap

Monday, September 4, 2017

Gnomes Labor Day

Housekeeper

Relentless cleaning
Squeeze it in when I have time
Aim to make a home
where folks I love love to live
I wish twitching my nose worked

Sept 3 Gnomes Labor Day

College Student

Give myself pep talks
Write essays, questions, comments
Inspired by works
Put to sleep by some others
Plodding with eyes on the goal


Sept 2 Gnomes Labor Day

Writer

Paint pictures with words
Create people and their worlds
Inspire with insights
Dig out treasures from Scripture
Tickle with fun anecdotes


Sept 1 gnomes Labor Day

Caregiver

Care for childlike man
Nonverbal who says a lot
Cookie—one clear word
Plays songs on a vacuum hose
Leaps about at loud noises


Friday, September 1, 2017

Gnomes tanka

The Nature Center at Butler Corner

Tall timbers whisper
Sweet alpacas hum along
Kids come to have fun
Breathing in the sweet pine smell
Fluffy clouds float in blue sky


WD second home

Second Home

My home is where my toothbrush is.
That’s what I always say
I love to travel far and wide
As I go on my way

My home may be in Florida
Along a sunny beach
Or in the Pennsylvania hills
With gobs within my reach

My home may be Wisconsin Dells
Where I can swim and fish
Or in the North Dakota plains
To try a hot beef dish

My home may be in Hawaii
To watch for seals and whales
Or ‘neath the Arizona sun
To hike the desert trails

My home may be in Nebraska
Among the stocks of corn
Or somewhere under Texas stars
Where many sheep are shorn

My home is where my toothbrush is.
That’s what I always say
I love to travel far and wide
As I go on my way

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

From devo

Ears

We are specks
on a speck of a planet
and You still
know us,
love us,
and answer our prayers.

You speak to the specks
as if we’re special.

Help our tiny ears hear.

Monday, August 28, 2017

prayer

Dear Lord,

Forgive me
if I act
like You’re
the big meanie
in the sky
who brings
on us
all our troubles.

I know
You’re not
and You even
use our troubles
for our good.
Thank You
wonderful
gracious God.

27 prayer

Good Morning, Lord
or Good Lord, Morning

Sometimes praying
is like trying to wake up
in the early morning.

A little foggy.
An annoying duty.
But you force your eyes open.

Knowing the more you sleep,
the more you miss out.

So you press yourself to pray
knowing a glorious day awaits.

26 observation

Freedom

He smiles at the window
knowing he’ll go out soon
after being cooped up
all weekend. Freedom—
a breath of fresh air.

25 Houston flood video

He caught a fish
in his living room.
Having a little fun
in a flood.
May we all catch fish
in our troubles.

24 something small

Once part of something big
Now reduced to base labor
A toothpick

23 guilt

Guilt gnaws like hunger
ready for a great meal
of confession and forgiveness.

22 sadness

Sometimes sadness
gets lost in the shuffle
as it wanders about
unnoticed and ignored
till tears suddenly flow.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Garden Gnomes Love

Love

L eaving one you love
O pens up a flood of memories,
V irtually reliving shared
E xperiences for years to come.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Garden Gnomes

In the Garden

A bit of black earth
Underneath my fingernails
Shows I’ve been gardening

A bit of a smile
Flowing from my fingertips
Shows I’ve been poeming

PA Big Event

Life Goes On

Since your right side
went on strike.
The car had three flats.
The toilet got plugged.
The windshield cracked.
The refrigerator quit.
My email was hacked.
Laundry piled up.
Dirty dishes stacked.
Essays and paperwork await.
And everyone still
seems to need to eat,
take showers and go
where they need to go.
It would be a nice
if there was a pause button
on the little things
when the big things happen.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

After four

Shopping and Then Some

Pulling the cart with client attached
Turning corners widely so he won’t bump into things.
Sports, kitchen, men’s and women’s clothing,
Household, jewelry, cleaning supplies, groceries
Crossing the last item off the list.

Making supper, editing paper, doing dishes,
putting people to bed, writing this poem
Hoping I have the wherewithal to write an essay

Friday, August 18, 2017

Stroke

Just when my plate was full to over flowing
the Lord dumps my plate and fills it with something else.
And I’m left staring at this unfamiliar plate
wondering where I should stick my fork in first.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

August 16, 2017 Poetic Asides Introduction

Meeting of Essayist and Poet

I walked into a crowded room of writers
busily buying bunches of books from other writers.

Bumping me this way and that as they swished past,
and I said, “I feel like a rock in a river.”

I made my way across the aisle
where a lady looked at me and asked,

“Are you a poet?” “Yes,” I answered. “Why?”
“I could tell by what you said.”

“How would you say it?” I asked.
“I’m in the way,” she answered.

I said, “You must write nonfiction.”
She nodded. We laughed a writerly laugh.