Life

It has always been
a daring adventure
I lusted on adventure

now I am becalmed
in a waveless sea

It is time to find my
second coming, it is
time to live life fully

It is time to put oars
in the water and pull
out of my stasis

now I am amped
to seek adventure

Another Day

My smoke alarm is beeping

it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird

I have missed him for a long time

sitting on my shoulder, nibbling  my ear

now he is here again, which is how I

stand the shrill alarm over and over

I would change out the battery, but it is

too high, so I travel back in time to my

lovely, colorful and very smart bird

It is nice having him home again, but

I must find a solution to put batteries

in the smoke detector in case the house

should catch on fire and burn down

meanwhile I love having my lovebird 

back chirping in my lonely house

Cooking

I’ve lost my love of cooking

last two nights I ate thick

juicy strip steaks on the 

grill cooked by my daughter

avocado as side with lemon 

I rarely eat meat, tonight I 

feel empowered, interesting

what do they put in that meat

or is it natural for carnivores to

glut on bloody red steak

Purple

T’is the color of The Alzheimer’s Association

I don’t remember if they said how they chose

it, perhaps like wounded veterans, a similarity 

a connection to the mind boggling war of

a mind disease that makes one a prisoner

It is unjust, there should be treatments if not

cures!  We have men on the moon!  Why not?

To see a mind wasting away, a once brilliant

mind, though any mind should not have to go

this sad, horrific way.  WHY NO DRUGS?

No drugs to at least slow the disease, why no

drugs to cure the disease”  In ten years perhaps

a crisis as baby boomers start coming in 

in alarming numbers, Alzheimer’s, a disease

of aging  can bring the world to its knees 

Step up world, country, city, village, step up!

Check the statics and step up for yourselves

for your parents, for your kids, for your spouse

There is something array, something wrong

and the medical community is silent!

I Clicked in Here to Write a Poem

Nothing is coming to me
nothing at all, each day lonely
each day guilty, each day sad

Each day more peaceful
less stress but lonely and sad
each day more guilty

Not taking him home again
I can't do it all anymore and
I feel guilty and mean

I sit

In the glow of my monkey light
it is nice to be connecting in verse
life is rife  with connections we are
blessed with

The world is changing, I'm not sure of
how the shift is going

Calling out!

Hungry

Hungry

I am hungry

it builds in me

something is nagging at me

My hunger is stimulating as it

builds in me  rising like bread

I love the full feeling

Yet, I miss the emptiness   

a balance where I let go  find

peace  letting go

What Shall I Call Her

No one knew her like I knew her

on the surface sweet  kind

commiserative

Below the surface she shocked 

her anger hurricane force words

whipped any victim 

It was hard for her to be

my mother  hard for me to be

her daughter

I did not stand down at all and

it ankled her to no end

it ankled me that I ankled her

No longer wanting to be

like her, my Mother who

I would hope to represent

We were two different people

I like to think my daughter and I

are on the same page, much closer

I only have my perspective

My Mother

My Daughter

I

Oh I Didn't Mean That!

As to how it came out I am
not that angry, sure, I got
shafted, but I'm ok, I say
"Lets go have a beer."

The Window

Sheers billow inside

brown frame window

tattered yellow shade

empty room looks out

at rolling meadows

blue sky freedom

Is There One More In Me

I don't know so I shall amble
through possibilities to find a
purpose to write that one
that will plummet me to stardom

However, I am not serious as to
stardom, but I love riding the trail
purpose to write that one
that will rise me to stardom

Honey Drip

Day was so perfect you might say
the bees might be with me

peaceful, except for my brother
who is not doing well, and my
husband who has Alzheimer's Disease

I need to throw that shit away for
I can't take care of everyone
I can only take of me and McGee

Here I Am

Long hard day
early joy
agenda man
no joy
ruled the day
here I am

I Here Feat Coming

Shod with cleats

stomping with intent

get out of the way!

I can’t speak 

My stomach churning

my heart beating

I hear feet coming

I hide

It Was Cold Today

But, I was warm as I soaked up sun

sitting on the couch in sun reflected

off air and earth and pool and deck

It warmed me outside cement block

covered in stucco home bunker

against hurricanes, building codes

since Andrew destroyed Homestead

I drink in warmth totally relaxed as

life settles down into normalcy where

no more insanity prevails as I go to bed

safe that nothing bad will come to me

Inside my own house there is no danger

sublimely peaceful without arguments

without threats, without mayhem

Peaceable Kingdom where I lie down

I sleep, I sleep, I sleep

Once

I pretended
to be a princess

It was fraught
with complicated

demands and, I
couldn't do it

anymore

now I sway in
sea breeze

Night Sail

by Diane Belleville

Breeze winnows through trees

crimson sunset flames the sky

black trees against the breeze

my paradise when night is nigh

Crimson sunset flames the sky

all evening I will moon sail

my paradise when night is nigh

stop to dig quahogs for my pail

All evening I will moon sail

moonlight reflected in the sea

stop to dig quahogs for my pail

on this night I will sail alee

I will tie up in my space

breeze winnows through trees

I may see a comet trace

black trees against the breeze

Choose

Choose what works for you

let go of everything else

stride to your own drummer