Adventure : A Blackout Poem
Confusion
Metaphor Dice Poetry
I enjoy using Taylor Mali’s Metaphor Dice to get me started on a roll….
Confusion
Confusion is an insecure thunderstorm,
the kind that uproots
long-established landscape
and makes a person
wonder whether
the things that were
once important
still are.
There is a boxed version – even an erudite set – and also an app! Here are examples, below. I used the app today and changed one word.
Happy Birthday! 🎂
Happy Birthday!
My middle child of my Octane Trio born in the gas pump years 1987, 1989, and 1993 called me this morning after we’d played phone tag while he was moving his family into their new house on the South Carolina coast on his birthday yesterday.
“Mom, I had a wonderful birthday – ate a huge plate of crab legs at The Boathouse for dinner last night. But we got into a long conversation about who exactly should be wished a happy birthday. And I want to congratulate you on having me. Happy birthday, Mom. You did all the birthing. I just showed up. So happy birth day.”
This is my most polite child, the one who always thinks of others before himself. He admitted to two beers with dinner.
“So how old are you, Mom?”
I told him.
“Holy cow! You need to retire. Travel. See the world while you still can…..”
I reminded him that I’ve seen a lot of the world already and that his stepfather is six years older than I am.
Long pause.
“Jesus is coming, anyway, Mom. He’ll be here soon, but I just hope He waits until we’ve had some time to enjoy the new house. And until you’ve traveled some more.”
Another long pause. This is our love language – and there’s an unforgettable reason for the pi$$ing match. I say this to him every single year on his birthday: “Let me remind you that you entered this world peeing all over your own mama!”
We laughed together and said our I love yous before we hung up…..just as we do every time he calls at random and unexpected times to say that he loves me and to tinkle on my day, filling my heart with joy.
Peace Camp
Peace ☮️ 🏕 Camp
If you ever wonder
whether peace can exist
in a diverse world,
visit a campground!
On campsite 72
in Tugaloo State Park
along the shores
of Lake Hartwell
this morning,
birds and dogs and people
have lively conversations.
An artist’s palette,
colorful birds
sing out in varied calls
to greet the day.
All sizes and breeds of dogs
from pampered spa types
to those ruff at the tattered coats
ask and answer.
People of all
races, religions, and income brackets-
as likely to occupy a pup tent
as a motorhome –
dwell side-by-side,
exchanging stories and hacks,
sharing food and firewood.
If you ever wonder
whether peace can exist
in a diverse world,
visit a campground!
Seam Ripping
Seam Ripping
I remember learning to sew. You were so patient, teaching me to stitch seams on the machine and to hem by hand. Zippers were out of the question too hard for me at eleven years old, but I did manage buttons and sash ties. I remember getting so frustrated one time – I couldn’t make the terry cloth shorts work; I’d sewn the wrong pieces together and I was in a crying fit about having to rip the seams out.
Belly Button Cleaning Day
Dinner Placeholder
A Vaccine Haiku
Reasons
Still inspired by Kevin’s one-sentence slice!