Thursday, September 1, 2022

Stuck

 Boy, it’s hot, sitting in my chair while the heat rises outside 

I contemplate what I can do 

What I’m not doing

What I should do 

What cooler weather looks like especially back home 

What it feels like not to be paralyzed by forces unseen 

What life would look like not under a cloud of extreme temperatures 

I think of lost loves

I think of unfinished projects undone, blamed on the heat 

I think about hiding at the beach where cold waves soothe my heart 

I think I would solve all my problems in the cooling rain like on a Hawaiian vacation 

I think, I overthink 

What about this 

What about that 

Waiting to be released from my stuckness despite the heat 


Wednesday, May 25, 2022

On Days Like These

On days like these

Be the change 

Change What 

Our tears

Our children 

NPR

There aren’t enough words 

On radio

On social media 

On television 

Are newspapers read anymore 

Words to comfort the grieving 

Words to comfort our hearts

Words to comfort the masses

Why?

We ask again 

And again 

Only to write another poem 

Again 

Thursday, February 17, 2022

Death by Avocado

My writing of late has been quite an underachievement, so I have come to rely on writing prompts to get my juices flowing. Firing up my writing prompt of the day I found these innocuous words: Put your favorite fruit in a life or death situation. This is how I came to write “Death by Avocado”. The avocado is not just my favorite fruit, but my favorite food, as well. “Food of the gods,” I call it. Though some may quibble that the avocado is not a fruit, but a vegetable. Last time I checked, fruits come with seeds and only one seed is necessary as in the case of the avocado or the banana. Well the banana is a close runner up to my favorite fruit, but need I digress.

Many a day I thought, “What would be the best way to free my life from my ex-husband.” I thought of warfarin, rat poison, which is used to treat blood clots and readily available. Thanks to advances in medicine now there are other drugs like Xarelto to keep you from stroking out. Other poison options would be strychnine or oleander. I had no idea how to obtain either or how to mix just the right potion to do the lethal damage. Thankfully, I didn’t have to go the poisoning route. Nor did I need to wish him a heart attack. I was relieved of my excess baggage without the risk of going to jail.

In a wind thrashing wet storm a branch from my father’s avocado tree came down because it couldn’t sustain the weight of the hundreds of fruit and the added water. My former husband, who to my chagrin still lived on the property, upon inspecting the damage to the tree was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right time as I saw it. Avocados are known to fall like coconuts. At my father’s ranch we heard many a fruit make a hard thud on the plastic corrugated roof of the patio. We were always alarmed and wished Chicken Little had given his warning, “The sky is falling.” So when my ex took a closer look at the storm damage, he was struck on the center of the crown which triggered a fall. Coming down his head struck a rock at just the right spot. Death was instantaneous. Thus, Death by Avocado. Another reason to love this fruit.

What will tomorrow’s prompt be?





©April 2016

Friday, January 14, 2022

The Box of Real Life

My life has been so scattered

With too many opened boxes

Which one do I take care of next

Each one hurts

but in a different way

Pain pills don’t take away 

all the pain


Try forgiveness 


The pain is still there

Keeping me from the joy in life

Those scattered boxes

Some closed tight

Some half empty

Empty, at least one


To be refilled with JOY,

despite

the crap once stored inside 


My heart is open 

positive possibilities

                 the box of real life