a Flash Poem for December

 

We came late

 

We came late into the game

Game of life men were playing

We had grown, our dolls did not

But we had learned woman's work

We cleaned we cooked and we sewed

If money was tight we taught

Loved Rosie the Riveter**

She taught us to be ourselves

No more a slave to our man

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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo copied with PrintScreen for Kerry's link below.  Her picture of Jessie Tarbox Beals can be found here, https://petapixel.com/2015/02/22/americas-first-female-photojournalist-jessie-tarbox-beals-with-her-cameras/

  - I'm linked with Terry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/camera-flash-55.html 

 - My Flash Writing has exactly 55 Words not including the title.

 - ** Note, Rosie the Riveter, link

 

Man's Loss -- a "Won't Come Back" Flash Poem.

 

Aging or finances the start

Sad day for a fellow I'll tell

Painful for him lasts for his life

A man loses his pickup truck

Loses a part of his manhood

A part of him it won't come back

Remembers like blood on the sheets

When youth departs you're an adult

Not all bad but it won't come back

Dogs, spouses, parents, kids and friends

Die or go away, miss them so

Visit their graves, view their pictures

Sense their presence come back, sort of

Man's machine, part toy, won't come back

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010 and 2018  All Rights Reserved (the picture was previously posted on my blog of May 12, 2010, at http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-my-favorite-cars-midweek-blues.html.)   - (I drove a 1949 Black Ford Pickup to high school, the first two years I rode my horse, Minnie.  The one pictured was on my Autumn 2009 NAPA Auto Parts calendar.)

 - I'm with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/11/mono-no-aware.html?m=1
 - Flash poems have fewer words than the norm, typically 55, 144, here 150 maximum, when writing with a group.  Toni's words, " I want you to write about the changes and the sadness around those changes... be brief - no more than 150 words.  Try to write in the Japanese style of brevity and minimal description."  I wrote 92 words.

"You go your way, I'll go mine" ": ~~ a Tuesday Poem

   Find a Prince

An adage, is it true?  They said;
"Kiss many frogs you'll find a prince"
   Friday night we met
   Singles bar downtown

But that's not true, you stay pure, wait
Won't find a nice boy at the bar
   A few drinks one more
   Talked the night away

They are at church or library
Minding their business, wait for you
   The Tube's stopped running
   Would you take me home

One like your father tall and lean
Polite to women, reads classics
   Thanks for the escort
   You can kiss me now

I'll help you look, we'll find a catch
He'll be well bred, have money too
   Why don't you come up
   I'll put coffee on

We can start our plan on Monday
Come over here after your work
   While it perks I'll change
   (Mum, I've kissed my frog)

Something"s in the air, know not what
I should call my daughter to ask
   (Another adage,
   ("A bird in the hand ... ")
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Terry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/11/tuesday-platform-cup-of-poem.html?m=1

 - My poem form is patterned to "A Slow Starter" by Louis MacNiece, https://gladdestthing.com/poems/the-slow-starter , which carries two trains of thought simultaneously.
 - If you'd rather read the first two lines, a rant, of each verse then come back and read the two lower lines, the action. of each. TRY TO REMEMBER that timewise each verse progressed simultaneously.
 - I was an adult single a couple of times, once as a late teen, the other was the three years between marriages.   Both times my mother often told me, "You won't find a nice girl, her words, in a bar."  Regardless. I did fine.