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A Daily Challenge

A Daily Challenge

 

How did I become trash-challenged?
My kitchen garbage can questions me
every time I open its lid.
I can hear it whisper, “Is that recyclable?”
I search the packaging of pasta, and spinach,
and eggs for the magic numbered triangle,
because I no longer have the ability to
determine what to throw in the garbage
and what to recycle.
How did I become trash-challenged?

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Here I Find My Peace

Peace is every Step
We’re looking for some peace in the Garden


Here I Find My Peace

 

My peace is not found in the dark
Watching the constellations
Or bathing in the gentle glow
Of the moon
My peace is not found
In the solitude of a bench
Beside a lake or in the warmth
Of the sand or the rush of the waves
At the edge of the sea
It is not lingering in the song
Of birds of the scent of flowers
I keep my peace tucked safely
In the folds of my heart where
I feel its calming smoothness
Like a piece of fine satin
Against my cheek
Here I find my peace – within myself

 

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, PAD

A Teabag Kind of Day

Thirty poems in April: a final in verbs
We are verbing around in the Graden  for the last day of April

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A Tea-bag Kind of Day

I have been tea-bagged
Dunked in and out of hot water
Then left to steep too long –
Had every ounce of goodness
Squeezed out of me
And now you wonder why
I am just a bit bitter
If you were more observant you
Could have read the warning in the
Dregs I left behind

 

 

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Dear Art Instructor

Dear” Poems – Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

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Dear Art Instructor,

I don’t have a clue
Can you tell
I smudge and smudge
The squiggles of charcoal
I’ve drawn
Until, on my paper, is just
An amorphous blob of gray
Not a flower
And you smile, erase
Sketch and suddenly
My smudge becomes
A lovely blossom
Can you tell
I don’t have a clue

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Power of Words

Weekend Mini-Challenge: Art with Me
We’re writing about words in the Garden  this weekend

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Power of Words

 

These words can be super heroes
Throwing you a lifeline
When you are drowning
Talking you down off that ledge

Picking you up when you’re
Too tired to go on –
Or maybe villains
Laughing at your sorrow

Tripping you in the dark
Stalking you when you try to run
They can be a warm companion on a cold day
Curled up beside you

Snuggled under an afghan
Sharing a cup of tea –
Or maybe your worst nightmare
Chasing you through your dreams

Until you scream out loud
These words can bring healing
Like a hug from a friend or
A day in the sunshine

These words have powers
Handle with care

 

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Sunday Football Fans

Fussy Little Forms: Chained Rhyme

We’re linking some rhymes in the Garden

Sunday Football Fans

Ardent fan with painted face
Trace of human coloring gone
Drawn instead in greens and blues
Hues unnatural and strange
Exchange taunts with those who cheer
Sincere(ly) for the other team
Scream as if his life will end
Offend some other sitting near
Atmosphere becomes more tense
Defense makes a crucial play
They forget the slight and hug
Chug a celebration beer
Spear the air with upraised hands
Stand together shout and sing
Cling to hopes of victory