Imagine a day
Where love passes as truth and
Serenity falls
From the sky like the golden
Rays of the sun-We can dream…
The inspiration for this tanka came from a painting done by a friend at work. It hangs on her office wall and when I saw it today I knew that I had to write something! I love the painting! It tells so many stories.
I walked to the freezer with a pizza in mind,
Ripped from its box, a mighty nice find.
I opened the oven, the pie on a tray,
Twenty short minutes, I’d then have my say.
So I sat and I waited, and as the pizza was cooking,
Two pot holders I searched for, all the time looking.
As the clock winded down and it smelled almost done,
I was in a pot holder dilemma, I could only find one!
So I opened the door, and as I reached in with my right,
The pan started slipping and I got a big fright.
The pizza was loose, the pizza was falling,
It couldn’t be wasted, my stomach was calling.
So the brave soul I am, not caring about pain,
I reached out with my left, completely insane.
My fingers touched heat and they started to swell,
I don’t know what happened and I just had to yell.
Expletives here and expletives there,
I threw them around without any care.
But the pain was so great, and I wanted no glory,
Just a pizza to eat and a hell of a story.
Feel better Barb!!!!
Check out the inspiration for this poem here:
https://saneteachers.com/2016/12/20/give-it-to-myself-aka-frankenhand/
The long day is done,
Brain drain, cerebral stain, done
Going nowhere, done
The night is still young
Christened by the wilderness,
Celestial grace
A foggy day, exactly twenty four hours after we got 6 inches of snow!
Melting snow watches,
Empty fog transforms each soul,
A misty blanket
Of warm rain falls, envelopes
Protects, hides and forgives all
Windswept angry eyes,
An icy veneer softly
Moves against the tide
Of knowing what was passing
In time through my yesterday
Snowy splendor sends
Shivering signs to
Help affirm the truth
Fresh prints in the snow
Marking time , ice kissed and
Alone, barren past
Lazy Day
Snow is falling
White flakes accumulate
Like quiet memories lost in
A sugar coated fantasy
Waiting for warmth and time
To erase them
Lazy day
Blue sky
Fluffy white clouds
Floating dreamlike, vivid
And bizarre, detached from all hope,
Wandering alone, no passion
Fleeing wispy entrails,
Obscurity
No time
The Zen Hiker 