Java Vino

I coffee my way

through another grey morning

jittering into an afternoon slump

until it’s time to wine down

with the sunset.

This is for PAD and NaPoWriMo, day 20. 

Flora Christo

    Image by Mary Bach
    
    Leaf, stem, branch -
    everyday resurrection.

Reflected in the Water

     From lifewithelise.blogspot.com

I have always loved water;

grew up on the border

where land and river meet.

I delighted  

in water sounds,

in its feel, cool and smooth,

in things living

in the shallows and depths,

and the off-chance

of spotting a water sprite.

I’m not a strong swimmer

 anymore,

living inland

and growing old.

But I still love the river

and I am not afraid of drowning,

so why do I just keep treading water?

 This is for dVerse where we were asked for some kind of self-portrait.  Check it out, the examples given really helped shaped what I came up with.  Also for PAD and NaPoWriMo Day 18.

Nesting

     I feather my nest

     with odds and ends and whimsy;

     A layer of down to cushion

     the sharp, jagged edges

     of every day.

      Birds Nest  by anastridende

This is for Day 17 of PAD / NaPoWriMo and linked to IGRT.  

Escape Clause

When we converse

all I can think is

escape.

Does the panic show

in a white-rimmed eye,

if you bothered

 to look?

I can feel your words,

smooth, sweet, dangerous

sliding down my back.

I am wary, ungrateful,

as I silently begin

chewing off my foot.

Domestication

does not suit me.

For PAD and NaPoWriMo, Day 16

My Irrational Fear

It’s been a long, bleak day.

Winter stays to long,

with its cold and snow.

Tonight, we pack up the babies,

their stroller, their stuff

(so much baby stuff)

into the car,

even though we know

it’s too late already.

We go to the mall

that is warm and full of distractions.

But the babies are too tired,

too fussy,

and the screaming begins.

We ‘stroll’ once around

then give up.

Daddy goes for the car

as I stand at the doors,

with the babies, their stroller, and their stuff

(so much baby stuff)

pushing little fists and feet

into snow suits.

Utterly defeated,

I wait.

The car doesn’t appear.

As I rifle through all the baby stuff

I realize

I never brought MY stuff:

cell phone, money, cards, keys.

Looking out into the dark

I wonder,

what if

he

   just

      kept

         driving….

My babies are grown now, and my dear husband never drove off and left us.  He never would.  But I can remember many times being in that situation and having that wild, irrational thought pop into my head.  What if he just kept driving...
For PAD and NaPoWriMo day 15.

Happy Birthday Kate!

My girl is 24 today.

Yesterday she was 7

Last week she was brand new.

8 pounds, 13 ounces,

round and red

with a perfect 

rosebud mouth.

What happened

to all those years?

My best advice -

don’t blink!

Don’t even blink…

My amazing daughter Kathryn is 24 today.  The poem really says it all!  I have no idea where all those years went, but I am so proud of the young woman she has become.  PAD and NaPoWriMo day 14.