Not so pretty Supple and lithe A boney bump And scar Horse accidents Gardening Snow shoveling Music These hands haveEarned their keep They loveMugs of hot coffeeCold bottles of beerAnd digging in the dirt Oh, the friends they’ve made!These hands of mine Rubber grips for opening stubborn jars And magnetic necklace clasps But they continue to…
I recently completed a free online course called “The Science of Happiness.” Sounds hokey, touchy feely, worthy of an eye roll, I know, but it was actually very good…
Frugal mode Tighten the old belt Another hole Again Can I go Six months Between haircuts? Live on whatever’s In my cupboards Until they are bare? I’ve quit Subscriptions (except internet) TV antenna is my friend Roommate? Been there Done that No like strangers In my kitchen Or do I take …
The following poem is a real mish-mash. I couldn’t decide whether to rhyme or not rhyme and the rhythm is illusive. I’m sure I’ve broken every rule in the poetry rule book by now. I should have just skipped the “door” poem, but it’s been snaking through my brain tissue and had to come out,…
Survival Skill 1: Humor and Laughter Have you ever noticed the inevitable appearance of outrageous stories and braying guffaws at funerals? It’s like a pressure valve being turned, not in a gradual motion, but in a quick crank from closed to wide open. I have long considered humor and laughter to be a survival skill….
I am gardening on a tight budget this year. Everything planted in the pots and raised beds came from home grown seedlings, except for a few hard to grow herbs. There aren’t too many actual “flowers” in the mix. I do hope to add some alyssum later for a little bit of frill. I can’t take…
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)