From the time we are born until the time we die, we are changing. Not able to give a voice to the complaining. Things grow in places there hadn’t been things before. Scary, hairy, sore. Moods off. Height soars. Voice scores. Things level off. Your body rests. You know what to expect. Life flows. TimeContinue reading “Menopause”
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Waste not. Want not: coffee
This is a poem I’m doing in stages to highlight the little things I do toward frugal living. Coffee. Nectar of God. You help me through another day. Upright and functional, you help me stay. What about your grounds? A use for you, I have found. Nutrients to the soil you will add. Helping myContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: coffee”
Gray rainy day
Gray rainy day, I don’t wont you to stay. But I must say, It’s been a very relaxing day. Laying on the couch, reading – don’t think I’ll stray. Planted right here, with the sleepies staying near. My dog asleep at my feet. This day has been a treat. Read, watch a little – thenContinue reading “Gray rainy day”
Waste Not. Want Not.
Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste Not. Want Not.”
Sycamore Trees
A Poet
I saw the tag line recently, “no one really wants to be a poet.” Poetry is my ‘mont hault’, *mowat. I will never be independently wealthy from my verse. It could be worse. Milton, Eliot, Dickinson, I am not. Emotions I have not caught, I can lay them out on the page. My brain IContinue reading “A Poet”
Waste not. Want not.
Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money don’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste not. Want not.”
Lazy Saturday
Hanging out with fam-ends. Basketball on the t.v. Lazy Saturday. Pop in my glass. Snacks on the bar. Lazy Saturday. Cold outside. Ham’s baked. Lazy Saturday. Dogs asleep in their beds. Tie game. Lazy Saturday. Scalloped potatoes in the oven. Wait! We’re ahead. Lazy Saturday. Need more days like this. Relaxing. Lazy Saturday. Let’s celebrate.Continue reading “Lazy Saturday”
What is this feeling I feel inside?
What is this feeling I feel inside? Am I getting sick? This I cannot abide. Tired. Don’t won’t too. Drained. I make myself use my brain. Am I fighting a loosing battle? It feels like with a burden, I’ve been saddled. As I sit here staring at this computer screen, thinking about home. Would itContinue reading “What is this feeling I feel inside?”
Move Me
Can you do it? Can you move me? What’s the point? I bet you can’t. Move me! Are these tears of joy or tears of defeat? Move me. Tomorrow never comes. Yesterday will never come again. Move me. My body is tired. My mind is cloudy. Move me. I see others movements. Good for them.Continue reading “Move Me”
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