Today’s The Day

Today is the day that we all need to stop and think. Not about how thankful we are (although that is very important as well) but about how we are.

Thursday’s Crossroads

The crossroads sign can stop us and send us down a sunny dirt road and sometimes it’s just that. Occasionally a deer or moose can come out of no where and smack. It’s even possible for a tornado to pick up your vehicle. Sometimes the road literally falls away.

SundayStills My Silver Lining

I’ve used the basis of these words “silver lining” for a title before but this particular time they actually are in reference to a song title and not a perspective on life. I also stuck a pronoun in front of it because I want to make it personal. How these words affect my life and what my silver lining is and has been for the last 40+ years.

Dear vaccine

I heard an interesting interview on CBC. The University of Arizona is seeking poetry submissions about how the vaccine has made us feel. So below is my version using a couple of the suggested prompts. I’ve had this in my draft file for a while and just reworked it to reflect new feelings and, sadly, the current world situation.

#Sundaystills shapes

The theme this week is geometry. Which lead me to right angle triangles and trigonometry and how that was NOT my thing. At all. But, and it’s a good but, my best friend totally got it. So much so that she taught it to me, one of many reasons I still love her. Not surprising that she ended up as a high school math teacher; one that students gave many accolades to.

Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

215

Cruelly, during the nights

215 heartbeats silenced

Bodies dumped out of sight

The storm rages on

The storm rages on and gathers momentum. It plummets the land and obscures vision. Suddenly it dies down and the people wait, with bated breath, and wonder if it’s over or if this is the eye of the storm. In a flash the intensity returns and multiples. The people hunker down and hope for the best.

Finding it

The wind bites my skin, one more reason to have a dislike button permanently installed against wind as a weather element. The latest in a list of reasons why it’s on my go away list, kind of like the pandemic but I digress…

Tire swings

It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of love.