VerseLove Day 12: The Poetry of Everyday

Rita DiCarne of Pennsylvania is our host today for the 12th day of VerseLove at http://www.ethicalela.com. She inspires us to write list poems, prose-style or with line, about all the things we love. It makes me think of Tom T. Hall’s song, “I Love.” You can read Rita’s full prompt here.

You can hear Tom T. Hall’s “I Love” here.

The Nest

I like going places~

camping, girls’ trips, weekend getaways

but I love coming home

I love bone-tired sleep, the kind where

you don’t move all night and have sheet imprints

on your face from the weight of

not carrying anything with you to bed

putting it all down at the foot

climbing in, clocking out, cloud-drifting off

I love waking up to dog noses

in my face saying Let’s Go Outside!

I love Skechers Slip-Ins for when the grass

is too tall and wet with dew for the regular slippers

I love opening the front door for the sun

to barge in, full of life and light and laughter

I love checking the bird nests, finding

a clutch of four brown-headed nuthatches

snuggled under mama bird on a

bright, cool Sunday morning

like a prayerful blessing of their own

a place where they will learn

to fledge, fly, and face a lifetime

of setting out and coming home

to their feathered nests

the places they’ll grow to love best

Saturday Sunshine Voting Slapdown – The Stafford Challenge Day

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An Election Day Reflection

Saturday Afternoon  2/25/2024 12:21

(a poem written during February’s preliminary for May’s Election Day)

I’m sitting in the car 

waiting

again

a typical stop 

while he talks and talks and talks

we only stopped to early vote ~no lines~

sun shines warm in this cold air

Rav4 my greenhouse, Caribbean blue

I clean out the car trash

notice a bush being windslapped

throwing up a limb

talk to the hand !

    as if suddenly offended

I can’t help wondering

if it’s because it is a political hedge

reacting to the lack of lines

and all the fresh gossip 

of no one waiting

Actual talk to the hand tree looking offended