A place for poems and pics
she had a gift
that something special
all who heard her
speak believed
and seemed un-
able to think for
themselves
she was smooth like
polished copper
her smile was
genuine, her touch
warm and welcoming
oh, yes –
you were sure you
were her best friend
her confidante
she was the person-
ification of
mendaciloquent
I would have
fallen for her lies
too – if she were not
me
——
Just Jot It January 27th – mendaciloquent (quite a challenge!)
I am one
with the moon
and stars
the cosmic dust
of planets
I am one
with the sun
and clouds
the flow of rivers
the ebb of tides
I am one
with the music
of nature
the dance
of seasons
I am one
with the beat
of your heart
the pulse
of your being
—-
Just Jot It January 26th – oneness
call it sleight of
hand
or is it sleight of
heart
you are a
master magician
the ultimate in
prestidigitation
when I wasn’t
looking
you captured
my love
—
Just Jot It January 25th – prestidigitation
it must have been
some
magic spell
compelling me
to sit outside
beneath the moon
though it was
wintery –
not June
but as I tipped
my face to see
that gentlemanly
orb spied me
and sent a
moonbeam
to my cheek
a little kiss to
start my week
oh, surely I had
been compelled
by magic
moonbeams
as they fell
—-
Just Jot It January 24th – compelled
they are trembling
checking batteries, stocking
pantry shelves with
bread and toilet tissue
they are panicking
glued to the weather
channel, staring
out the windows
revving up the snow
blowers
I am smiling
books and afghan
at the ready
finding felicity
in a winter storm
—–
Just Jot It January 22nd -felicity
some days I am mittens
holding tight – fingers
clasped around my
feelings
safe and warm within
my knitted life
comforted by simple
things
some days I am gloves
fingers stretched out
to touch the world
grabbing all of what
this life can offer
reaching for the
stars
some day I am mittens
some days I am gloves
—-
Just Jot It January 21st – mittens
surreptitiously , deliciously
I wait until the lights are off
till every one is snuffling
in their beds
and then I wait little longer
just to be sure
cautiously, conscientiously
I creep toward the
hiding place
the place where no one
would think to look
deliberately, discreetly
I reach behind the
sauerkraut jar to find
my secret
chocolate stash
—-
Just Jot It January 20th – surreptitiously
the elegance
of old age hides
beneath wrinkles-
is shrouded in a white
sweater with tissues
in the sleeves –
stumbles in orthopedic
shoes
the elegance
of old age shines
through eyes that
have seen the best
and worst yet still
find joy in children
and flowers
wonder in the clouds
hope in humankind
—–
Just Jot It January 18th – elegance
a skein of geese pass
overhead
an imperfect ‘v’
against the blue
sky
I watch them rise
and fall
with the air currents
one lone flyer
seems to lead the way
the others following
always some straggler
honking
from behind
or could that one who
falls behind
be, in fact, the
leader
honking “you can do it”
—–
Just Jot It January 15th – leadership
roll out of bed when the alarm
sounds – well, hit the snooze
once
wash face, brush teeth
maybe comb hair –
unless I hit the snooze
twice
pull on comfy clothes
grab my mat and keys
clean my glasses –
unless I hit the snooze
three times
downward dog
warrior I & II
tree pose – mine is
blowing in the wind
triangle
sun salutations
shavasana –
ahhhhhhh
my motivation
very large chia tea latte
after class
—-
Just Jot It January 14th – motivation
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