School Began in the Autumn/imaginary gardens with real toads autumn
School Began in The Autumn
You speak of autumn
To me it used to mean
School would begin…again
As a small child
I remember the wooden floors
And the wood chips the janitor
Would sprinkle on the floors
That had a very strong smell
I think it cleaned and oiled
The floors as he swept
The tall windows
With the sun shining through
The tops of the polished desks
With the initials of other students
Reflecting the sun
Filling the room with cheery light
The ceilings were tall
And the teacher would put up
Posters and letters of the alphabet
All the way to the top of the room
I remember pictures of caravans
Camels and sand dunes
Children at play
Hop Scotch and marbles
I especially remember a story
The teacher read one day
It was a story about a little Eskimo boy
Who lived with his Grand Mother
An amazing story
A different world
Of ice and snow
To a little girl on the Texas gulf coast
Where snow was unknown
August 28, 2018
The World is a Place of Neverland/the sunday whirl #365 — poets united poets pantry
The World is a Place of Neverland
The ham smokes on the back of the pit
The hide will be used for clothing
The green mist comes in
The weather changing
Green rolling hills become
Warm colors
Yellow, orange, red
As found on the color wheel
Seasons go through their changes
Coyote howls at the Harvest Moon
He speaks in tongues
That have no meaning for us
So much we don’t understand
We stare into the darkness
Try to define the mysteries
Stories from long ago
Passed down through the years
The world is a place
Of “neverland”
Riding the tides
Of its own choosing
August 26, 2018
Wordle #365
Note: I am thinking the world is “never” as we would like it to be. No one ever asks us, “How would you like things to be.” Wishes never granted. What is unexpected seems to always happen. This “Neverland” is full of surprises.
Memories of the Best Meals and Friendships Remembered…and Forgotten /imaginary gardens with real toads
Memories of The Best Meals and Friendships Remembered… and Forgotten
We shared together
Last night’s
Chinese take-out
It was early fall
We sat in the back
Of your blue van
Now you are gone
Memories of
Fun days of yesteryear
But not forgotten
Another night…
The best meal I ever ate
Though I have forgotten
The food we shared
We made a promise
We would all meet
Same place
Same time
The date purposed
Now forgotten
August 25, 2018
The Song of Scattering Poems/imaginary gardens with real toads
The Song of Scattering Poems
“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems” E.E. Cummings
The hour late
Music floats through the
Window
Of the broken heart
The tenant downstairs
Plays the piano
I am reminded of Paris
“In the street of the sky night
Walks scattering poems”
The same stars shine in
Kyoto
As fingers touch the keys
Stars appear
On the sheet music
Instead of
Notes
A choir sings the song
Of scattering poems
The hour late
Music floats through the
Window of the broken
Heart
August 23, 2018
My World is a Beautiful Place/poets united midweek motif – The world is a beautiful place
My World is a Beautiful Place
My world is a beautiful place
All that I see around me
Takes my breath away
Mountains, streams
A dazzling blue New Mexico sky
A 360-degree abstraction
The labyrinth of sage brush
On the sandy soil of the mesa
Like rolling waves out to sea
The cactus adorned with spikes
Or lovely pink or yellow flowers
Everything in the desert
Has stickers or will bite you
Each has its own protection
It isn’t easy to live in the desert
As with most other things in life
You have to really want to
A striped lizard
Might suddenly appear
Or birds of every kind
Fill the air with flight
Or they just might
Land right next to you
Each day a new canvas
The sun rises to light the splendor
Radiates through the day
Closes the day
With colorful sunset
Red, gold, silver, purple
There is no end
To the visual delight
That is the world
August 23, 2018
Time for Adjustment/imaginary gardens with real toads
Time For Adjustment
Sometimes a work of art
Is, “on the way”
We are inspired
Sometimes we know not, by what
It seems like a forest spirit
Hiding behind the trees
We get a glimpse
It disappears
There is an air of expectation
Like the first “feel” of fall
A change in the air
The mornings a little cooler
Leaves cover the ground
We do all that we can
All that we know how to do
It is time for adjustment
This can take five minutes
….to a lifetime
August 16, 2018
The Tin Man Seeks a New Heart/dVerse
The Tin Man Seeks a New Heart
Like the Fool
I take the first step
On the yellow brick road
In search of happiness
I am the Tin Man
My heart is broken
And lost from me
I seek another
My breaths are deep
In my empty chest
Can I love another
Without a heart
Which is better
To have given love freely
Or to have received love so
I study the questions as I rust
During my journey
I will be given many hearts
Unfortunately…
I have an idea about the heart I seek
I will not recognize the heart given to me
August 22, 2018
Life Is a Veil/imaginary gardens with real toads — a reverse poem
Life Is a Veil
Life a veil
A world without flaws
Garden chimes sound
Comforts me
You hold out your hands to me
I hold out my hands to you
Comforts you
Garden chimes sound
A world without flaws
Life a veil
August 20, 2018
Alone in the Desert/the sunday whirl — wordle 365/ poets united poets pantry
Alone in The Desert/the sunday whirl — wordle 365/ poets united poets pantry
Alone in The Desert
He hikes the dry
Dusty trail
The unrelenting sun
Stares down at him
He follows the path
Into the gorge
Down to the river
All is green
Ten degrees cooler
In the misty shade
In the distance are
Remembered smoke signal
Hanging in the purple sky
From years past
Full of mysteries
Never spoke
The coyote howls
In the early evening
Speaks in tongues
Unknown to man
Terror rolls through him
He hides
The natural world reaches for him
He doesn’t know the meanings
He thinks
He is alone in the desert
August 19, 2018
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