Thursday, December 18, 2014

Rush Hours


Rush Hours

Spinning like wheels
Spinning like tops
We no longer take
the time to stop
at stop signs or
for red lights.
We hurry to get
to our next
destination.
Will we stop when
we get there?



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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Patterns


Patterns

Circles, triangles and squares,
patterns are everywhere.
They happen by
circumstance and design.
Do we recognize the
patterns in our lives?

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Footprints in the Sand


Footprints in the Sand

Footprints in the sand
go every which way,
chronicling the activities
of a given day.

They go into the water
and out again,
or down the beach
for miles on end.

When the tide comes in,
they disappear.
Gone--as though
they were never here.

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

At Any Age


At Any Age

They were older when
I first met them,
singing and swinging
on television.
Louis and Ella,
the Count and the Duke
already had their place
in jazz history.

They were younger
when I met them
again years later,
at kiosks and in films,
in books and on You Tube.
Learning their craft and
creating the sounds
that turned them into icons.

I learned to appreciate them
 at any age.

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Thursday, December 4, 2014

Point of View


Point of View

The view is obscured
by cloud or crowd
or shroud of darkness.

We fill in the missing
pieces to make
the picture whole.

No longer limited by reality,
we hold on to what
we want to see.

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Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The Passage of Time



The Passage of Time

I hear each
tick of the clock.
See a hand sweep
past the seconds.

Sunshine turns
 to moonlight.
The leaves are
blowin' away.

Will I build
another dream?
Will we walk
together again?

I hear each tick
of the clock,
marking the
passage of time.

Thanks to Sarah Turnbull for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-I Spy. This was kind of a "prompt scavenger hunt."  Click on the link to see the instructions. My prompts were: clock, the line-"we accordingly walked together to the parking lot from" from Hot Money by Dick Francis and the CD "Time and Love" by Laura Nyro. [Note: Since I still listen to music the old fashioned way, I picked up a stack of CDs, shuffled them three times and pulled one out.] 

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Giving Thanks

I  am thankful for

The sky above, whether blue or gray


The coolness of the ocean spray


Anytime I get to play


 The ups and downs of every day


and all the people I meet along the way.

Happy Thanksgiving!