Blue Kazoo

Blue Kazoo

A Blue Kazoo Pantoum 

a kazoo?!?!


weightless blue musical flute

seized from your suitcase at luggage inspection 

on a family Christmas trip to New York City

weightless plastic toy

just who were you? the Pied Piper?

2004 tsunami zoom to The Big Apple

a simple kazoo- not illegal drugs or weapons

who were you now? the Pied Piper

were you to groove and kazoo through the streets?

a kazoo – neither bong nor bazooka

booming voice scarring sweet souls, ruining memories

were you to flitter and flute-toot through the streets?

a kazoo – looted from your suitcase

other too-heavy baggage ruled the truth of the doom


a kazoo?!?!

Home from the Rodeo

 

Home from the Rodeo

September 1993 

you were four

your baby sister 

wasn’t a week old yet 

you left with your dad 

and older sister 

for a rodeo 

at Midway Farms 

2 miles away 

down the highway 

down a long stretch 

of dirt road 

but halfway through my “nap when the baby naps,” 

I got a phone call 

from a subdivision neighbor 


“Mrs. Meyer, 

we found your son 

on Highway 46”

I panicked! 

then he added 

“he got lost….

a lady saw him running alone 

on 46

and tried 

to pick him up 

but he wouldn’t get 

in her car 

so she’s riding 

alongside him 

until he makes it home 

safely” 

alive, not dead 

     tears of relief 

           deep breath

that may have been 

the day 

you became a runner 

you were well-oriented 

you were cautious 

you were determined 

you still are 

you made it home on your own terms that day

with an angel

in tow

Ode to Sapelo

 The river property sale closes today at 10 am 

Ode to Sapelo River

your marsh and river 

at dawn and dusk

ever-changing palette 

of brilliant hues,

whose back we scratched 

on novice skis,

whose arm we tickled 

casting lines, nets

whose oaks 

huddled family gatherings 

and 

sheltered peaceful togetherness

you picked up 

the dinner check:

deviled crab, 

steamed shrimp, 

fried fish

and lulled us 

in a dock hammock 

as we listened

for playful dinnertime dolphins

your trees and river breezes 

brought cleaner air 

to clear 

the lungs 

the mind

your heart our refuge 

from demands  

and deadlines


well done, friend! 

now you’re ready 

to 

fully embrace 

and care 

for a new family 

who’ll take 

your empty shell 

and 

breathe new life 

into you

you have so much more 

to give 

and you’re long overdue 

for a makeover 

and 

the laughter of family 

flooding your veins

we’ll never forget 

the joy you brought us! 

so long, old friend! 

the memories live on….

Choices

 

Choices

Today’s list writing was inspired by a poetry group member to live intentionally – to make good choices and think about the blessings and consequences of choices. I chose a quote from a book I love – Simple Abundance.

 

“Your life at this exact moment is a result of choices you made once upon a time – 30 minutes or 30 years ago…..wrong choices should never be confused with bad choices.” –  Sarah Ban Breathnach

5 of the Good Choices I Made Yesterday

  1. I had conversations with all three of my children and my brother – some deep, some reflective, some funny. All uplifting! 
  2. I came home for lunch to walk the dogs in the sunshine and enjoy the beauty of the day and the serenity of the country woods. 
  3. I worked hard and was productive for my employer, preparing well-chosen literacy materials as Christmas gifts for our grant partners.
  4. I kissed my husband and told him I love him. What a fabulous choice he is!  
  5. I wrote in the morning and read in the evening.

Good choices drive a more meaningful life. A car doesn’t choose  a driver. A driver chooses a car. 

Abandoned

 Today’s prompt was to churn up moments from the past about healing. This one’s a Pantoum for my 27 year old daughter Ansley, who jokingly recalls the day her mama abandoned her in the bookstore. Thank God we can joke through all the “coulda been.”

Abandoned

it was all a scary mistake
abandoning her at Barnes & Noble
she asked to go to the van as I checked out
she said she was sleepy

abandoning her was my fault
I told her to stay on the sidewalk
(we’d parked on the curb) but she was sleepy
she was supposed to stay on the sidewalk to the
           van parked straight out front 

I said, “stay on the sidewalk” because the van was
            ten safe feet from the door
but she followed my only directions
she was supposed to go to the van
but as I drove away she stayed on the sidewalk 

she did what I asked – but never made it to the van
she wanted to go nap in the van on the third seat
but as I drove away she stayed on the sidewalk
it was all a scary mistake 

I had a meltdown when I realized I’d left her
I’d stopped for milk and bread at Food Lion
I called to wake her but her siblings said,
           “she’s not here”
she wasn’t there – I’d left her on the sidewalk 

I’d stopped for groceries 20 minutes away
I called the bookstore: “yes ma’am, she’s here”
I’d left her on the sidewalk
her pre-K teacher worked evenings at the bookstore 

“yes ma’am, she’s safe in the children’s section”
TOTAL MOM FAILURE! would DFACS take her?
Miss Maury was reading her a story
my meltdown shifted from panic to gratefulness 

I’d failed her – but she’d known exactly what to do
I’d called out to wake my four year old who wasn’t
            there
panic turned to peace when I got back to her
I’d unknowingly abandoned her and we’re still
           healing 23 years later

Simple Life

 

Today I’m thankful for the simplicity of enjoying nature, breathing fresh air, and living a relaxed weekend pace before Monday arrives again for its weekly stay with all its luggage. Here is a nonet- a nine line poem of descending syllables.  

Simple Life 

A majestic mountain view of leaves
red, green, brown, orange, and yellow
camping at Vogel State Park
just you and me – and time
time to breathe fresh air
time to cherish
what we choose:
simple
life

Nothingness

 

Nothingness

all sorts 

of vise grips 

tightening freedom 

hindering lingering 

clamping rest

choking life 

keep me on the move 

doing something else 

to check another box: 

done! 

I want some 

nothingness 

and with it 

I’ll take 

a cup of hot tea 

a book 

a journal 

a pen 

a comfy chair 

and two wet noses 

by a blazing fireplace 

savoring each moment 

cherishing the warmth 

of the deep 

peace

Fix-it-Up and Busybody

Today I’m thankful for my boys – Boo Radley and Fitz, a Schnauzer and Schnoodle whose neurotic tendencies are ever present. 

Fix-it-Up and Busybody

they’re
how they are
because of
how they’ve been 

abandoned
neglected
abused
rejected 

rough starts
left scars
broken leg
broken hearts 

they’re
how they are
because of
how they’ve been 

one lingering thing
is that they check
their people out
humans: such wrecks! 

if one of us
seems sad or hurt
or loud or mad
they’re on alert! 

they’re
how they are
because of
how they’ve been 

but love heals
and hugs assure
playful nuzzles
gentle muzzles 

waggy tails
perky ears
no more jail
no more tears 

they’re
how they are
because of
how they’ve been 

fix-it-up Fitz
and busybody Boo
swept up from the pits
into arms anew

they’re family now
on this funny farm
where no one tries
to bring them harm 

they’re
how they are
because of
how they’ve been

November Blessings

 A sensory blessing poem using a line from Mary Oliver’s “It Was Early” as a last line. 

Blessed

I can see it:
the one who said, “No more inside dogs!” with your lap full of Fitz and Boo Radley, sharing snacks and watching NCIS like weekend bachelors

I can taste it:
the perfect morning coffee you brew and bring me every day, fixed just the way I like it 

I can hear it:
you – watching every YouTube video you can find about new camper set up and then summarizing them for me so we get things right 

I can smell it:
the campfire smoke – built especially for me because you know I love sitting out by an open fire wrapped in a blanket looking at the stars with you

I can feel it:
the way your hand always finds mine, intermingling our fingers as you stride up beside me and whisper, “Quick! Act like you like me!” and look around suspiciously whenever we’re walking through any parking lot

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed!

Moodling

 

Moodling 

blessed with the gift of moodling

letting my mind wander 

losing all track of time  

aimlessly puttering and dawdling 

letting my mind wander 

daydreaming off in another world 

aimlessly puttering and dawdling 

idling and frittering away the day 

daydreaming off in another world 

carelessly ambling, pondering things 

idling and frittering the day away 

drifting on thoughts wherever I may 

carelessly ambling, pondering things 

losing all track of time 

drifting on thoughts wherever I may 

blessed with the gift of moodling