The Two-Scoop High-Dive Foot-First Feat

This poem is dedicated to every kid who ever found the courage to take a leap 

and anyone who ever helped it happen 

The Two-Scoop High-Dive Foot-First Feat

from the high dive

of the Sea Island Beach Club

the cool blue pool

was the earth from space

we tiptoed to the end

    shivered,

      chickened-out

crept back again

careful to stay 

in the middle

down the ladder 

we lowered 

our trembling limbs

to recover

slunk across

to the ice cream stand 

averting our cowardly eyes

from the lowered shades 

of the sunbathers

mocking our courage 

but then-

then

then the tall black ice cream man

in his white paper hat

and white stringed apron

who in the mid-1970s 

could spot defeat

of every kind

took one look

and knew

just what to do

he perked up:

tilted his gaze

eyebrows raised

mouth ablaze

with a smile

flashed his big white teeth 

with a gold crown

and asked

“Two Scoops??”

of course 

he already knew

the answer


but we shyly smiled 

and nodded, whispered

“yes sir, chocolate, please”

and he bent into 

the freezer

with his metal scoop

rolled up two spheres 

of a world we 

could

dive into 

devouring it

one lick at a time

as we sat

on the vinyl-strapped 

pool chairs

in the cool shade 

to stay

ahead of the

melting drips

trickling down the cone

to the last soggy-crisp

bite of the cream-laden

cake bottom 

then

sticky-fingered

off we ran

whistle-warned 

by the lifeguard 


“Walk!”

he scolded

and the shades lowered 

again

denting our courage 

again

Mom’s head raised

from her sunbathing

at the whistle


somehow knowing


her shades, too, lowered 

eyes adjusting

peering out

spotting our 

chocolate-rimmed mouths


garnering us 

30 minutes of no swimming

for our stomachs to settle

so we dipped our feet

in the baby pool 

for forever

and waited

and waited

and waited 

until finally

her yellow and white 

gingham sunhat shifted

and she released us

and with the sure-footed steps 

of an Olympian 

we marched boldly

back to that ladder

climbed with confidence 

and strode to the end 

of that board

peeked over the edge

shuddered again

from outer space 

at the tiny speck of world below 

crept back 

to the ladder

 d

   o

     w

       n

and 

stopped

closed our eyes

turned around

took a deep breath

clenched our fists 

stepped forward

one step at a time 

then 

fueled by a double dose of empowerment

opened our eyes

looked straight ahead

and sprinted off the edge

performing the greatest 

Two-Scoop High-Dive Foot-First Feat 

ever

in the history of the world 

and we knew it 

because 

from

behind the ice cream stand


we saw 

two 

black thumbs up 

Your Story



Your Story 

your story 

the who 

your life 

the you

the smiles

the fears 

the laughter 

the tears 

the truths 

the dares

the risks

the prayers

the won’ts

the wills

the valleys 

the hills 

the family 

the friends 

the losses 

the wins

the adventures 

the chases

the travels

the places 

the heartaches

the phases

the joys

the praises 

the daybreaks

the sunsets

the victories

the regrets

the plans 

the dreams

the truths

the seems

the joys 

the sorrows

the yesterdays

the tomorrows

the hurdles 

the grit

the drive

the quit 

the tables

the meals

the hugs 

the feels 

the sermons

the talks

the rides

the walks 

the hobbies

the fashions 

the pets

the passions 

the hopes 

the wonders 

the worries

the blunders

the questions 

the choices

the answers

the voices

the moments

the chances

the music

the dances

the living

the memories

the reading

the journeys

your story

the who 

your life 

the you 

An MLKJ Quote Pantoum

 


A Peaceful MLKJ Pantoum on a Promising and Prophetically Palindromic Inauguration Day 

The time is always ripe to do right. 

Whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward.

Only in the darkness can you see the stars.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward. 

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. 

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. 

Never lose infinite hope. 

Live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

We cannot walk alone. 

Never lose infinite hope.

Only in the darkness can you see the stars. 

We cannot walk alone.

The time is always ripe to do right. 

Majestic Oak

 Majestic Oak

majestic oak

once a tiny acorn 

on Union Street 

in Brunswick, Georgia 

now a fortress 

draped in Spanish moss 

sprigs of resurrection fern 

proving 

dormancy is temporary 

you gather your people 

under your arms 

keep their secrets 

shade the sun 

as they 

   talk

      walk 

          picnic 

                live 

                    love 

                         breathe

ONE Word : Voraciously

 

Today’s prompt comes from Stacey Joy, who shared Nikki Giovanni’s style of using ONE word in two parts of speech to follow a format unique to Giovanni. I chose the word Voracious. 

Voraciously 

voraciously
you binge watch
two seasons
of Virgin River 

voracious
you come to the end of season two
and need answers now.
not in November 2021 – NOW!

voraciously
you seek answers –

is there a book? 

yes, there is a book.

THANK GOD, there is a book! 

voracious
you do your husband a favor
and do his
Christmas shopping
ordering all 21 books
in the series
for him to wrap
and put under the tree
from him to you

voraciously
he wraps them individually
in newsprint
a letter on each present
spelling
A VIRGIN RIVER CHRISTMAS
arranged beautifully 

voracious
you love and hate
his creative gift wrapping
now you have to
peek to find the right
one to borrow
from under the tree
and secretly mark
the next few in order

voraciously

voraciously 

voraciously 

you read-iscover
the gift of reading 

….even though by book 10
you still don’t know
who pulled that damn trigger….

Silent Signals

 


Silent Signals

I give the signal- 
two pats of my hip

the covers rustle
two still-sleepy bedheads
black Schnauzer
white Schnoodle
emerge

eight feet
hit the wood floor
in two thunks
collars clinking
toenails ticking the grain
through the dark
to the front door
leashes click
locked tight

a blast of cold air licks
my ankles
bare between my
high-water Cuddle Duds
and worn-out scuffs

I pull my hooded flannel up tight
give two quick huffs
watch my breath float
brace for the pull of the leads
as the boys’ nose-to-ground adventure begins
to find the choice spot

at 5:14 a.m.
nestled deep in the woods
a beam of flashlight
shines glowing eyes 

stalking

lurking

watching

height-from-ground
guesses
deer? owl? fox? raccoon?
coyote? (the reason the leashes lock)

icy crunch of earth underfoot
pinhole winks of stars overhead
I wave to my mama up there
she is more amused
by these knuckleheads
than by me
as they stand
like two motorcycles
parked side by side
on kickstands
thawing the frozen ground
before
scratching off
in an overdone show
of who marked better 

I give the signal-
two pats of my hip 

back inside
leashes unlock
toenails tick the grain
straight back to bed
to tunnel back under
and slumber
til sun-up

Oh, Emmy!



My poem today is a tribute to the greatest animal whisperer I’ve ever known- Emmy Minor-
who exudes joy and hope where it isn’t.

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Oh, Emmy! 

Oh, to speak eagle,

broken-winged eagle

who returns majestically

to the skies!

There on the banks 

of Sapelo’s flow

a lifespring well

of thanks 

Oh, to lisp otter, 

motor-legged otter,

who happily limps 

back up the dock 

and ….wait….

this can’t be…..

playfully romps 

with the dog?

Oh, to gab with the goat- 

a miracle save- 

who now firmly believes 

he’s a man?

To hum a sad song 

that turns upbeat again

and sparks life anew 

in her hands

She speaks to them all

and calls them by name

“Helmet”

“Ootie”

“William”

and coaches them back 

to their game

and still they return 

from release to the wild 

grateful homecomings 

to the sanctuary

to thank her

to whisper

“I love you”

in animalese

Oh, what can you

teach us 

about loving those 

not just like us

Emmy, 

before all hope is lost? 



Another Virgin River Haiku or Two

 Another Virgin River Haiku or Two

Jack runs the town’s bar 

Mel delivers the babies 

they have two children 

Preacher and Paige cook 

they have two children also 

Paige was on the run 

Vanni’s husband died 

his best friend Paul married her 

they have two kids, too

Old Doc Mullins died 

while he was babysitting 

senior bachelor 

Hope McCrea finds folks 

brings them to Virgin River 

I wish she’d find me!