Toast with cheese and hot chocolate -- a Poem for Friday Writings #136
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Ducks don't get COVID -- or do they?? (Muscovy duck likes our yard) |
Rommy, in honor of a very helpful family member in honor of his Herculean efforts, is using "It's a dirty job but someone has to do it" as this week's optional prompt. I am trying to answer her challenge. So follows:
Labels: Animals, Friday Writings, June Bugs
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Can't Win All
Tell you little figment bout
my imagination wild
Was a little boy again
getting the cows to come in
Birdie, workhorse disliked me
concerned for the cows' freedom
Walked over and kicked me good
in the back I was bedridden
I limp still today
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Labels: Children, Dream, dVerse prompt, Quadrille
"If I had my choice, I probably would've
gotten married in my twenties,
had three kids, and never left my hometown.
Sometimes life doesn't work out the way
we wish it would."
Words were spoken like I've heard before
'I won't ever marry a man, and when I have
children I'll teach them to not marry either.'
Thus sayeth a senior girl in my typing class
(I and one other were the only boys enrolled)
which shocked a farm boy like me.
Later I read in the paper when the girl above
had married that summer a fellow who drove
a batch truck for the paving gang making the
new highway to a neighboring town.
Later still, I read of the birth that fall of a baby
boy to the couple.
The author of the book from which I quoted,
then married, did have a child, at the age
of forty-two.
Things don't often, seldom, work out like
our plans.
I didn't plan things, never did. Instead when
there is an open door of opportunity I evaluate
choices and most often have taken the good ones.
I ended up not rich but have retired well enough
off to have retired many years now. All my
degrees aren't helping me now but they did produce
quite well.
Moral of the story from my book, the author
was telling, "God has a plan for us" and it may
differ greatly from our own.
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Notes:
1. The book I'm reading is “Mostly What God Does”
written by Savannah Guthrie. The words I have used here
are to be found in Chapter 4, titled “Like a Mother”.
2. My “Prose Poem” has 290 words not counting the title
but counting the author's quotation from the book.
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Labels: Friday Writings, Prose, prose poem
Awoke this morning
Feeling very sad
My dog died last night
Vet came to pronounce
There is no help for her
She must be put to sleep
My face on her neck
Slowly she went to sleep
Oh that I could join her darkness
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Reserved
Labels: A Tribute, Adi, Adi Can, Animals, Dark, dark poetry, dVerse prompt, Poem
Notice Mrs. Jim's painter shoe covers. The ground here is like a duck's kennel floor, covered. |
Parenting is shared |
Labels: Birds, dVerse prompt, Poem, poetics, Travel
Your place or mine
was question asked
no way ever
I'd make it yours
Yours'd be a trap
unwary falls
I am aware
of what's behind
Behind your door
jump out and scare
bejeebers out
never your place
Not safe for me
nor anyone
Labels: dVerse prompt, Flash Writing, Friday Writings, Gothic Fiction, Poem, Quadrille, Syllabic Form
Missing friends
Little rabbit was
getting lonesome
He'd sit by the fence
missing his buddies
“Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.”
Then they all left
alone again
Didn't last him long
ducks coming in
Quickly making friends
Rabbit's alone no more
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