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!