Extra/ordinary

It's a process in which I
Turn my everyday events,
Observations, thoughts
And opinions into poetry.
The diurnal into rhyme
Or at least rhythm and,
In my case, an occasional
Slant rhyme. Ordinary
Things into exceptional
Picturesque images. The
Usual into the unusual.
You know that all things
Are always extraordinary.
Celebrate the days, hours,
And always enjoy the awe
That time and rhyme can
Bring into our daily lives.

Holidays

It felt like Thanksgiving came
Early. And then it went. Oddly,
November kept going, and now
It, too, is nearly gone. Maybe it
Isn't so odd. The season calls for
December to bring winter and
All those endless tiresome and
True holidays. Winter comes
Acreeping upon us in the midst
Of all this. Squarely at midpoint
In time for a Mid-winter's Night
Dream. Turkeys and fireplaces
Stockings and trees. Ham for a
Christmas dinner or alongside
Your turkey and on some tables
Lasagna. Side dishes galore with
Stuffing and sweet potato clear
Favorites. Snow? Did I forget to
Count the snow, flakes atop one
Another. Snowmen. Snowballs.
Fall turns into winter. Revelry.

Favorites

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

September its lovely autumn leaves.
October. November, let's give thanks.
Appreciation. December gets colder;
It's only warm in front of the fire with
Stockings hanging. January. February.
March, it's damp. April then May begin Flowering. June, July are hot but heat
Heats up in August as summer fades.

Hark

What podcasts are you listening to?

We who listen but cannot
Hear are legion. Interpret
Another's words to meld
To our thoughts. Like a sci-
Fi trick just low-fi not hi-
Fi. Fie on me for all this
Wordplay. It's your forum.
You get your say and say what
You wish. We hear you, headsets
Firmly fitted. We are earnest in
Following you, determined too
To learn what wisdom you offer.
It is generous of you to share.

Holidays

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

Holiday cheer
The holiday's
Near, ya hear?
Celebrate with
Corks a-poppin'
Merriment and
Lots of hopping
Life is for the
Celebrant. Life
Is what we hail.
And a life fit and
Hale is hearty.
A heartfelt life.
One to cheer
And say hear-
Hear. Cheers
To that. To life.

How the moon?

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

The moon in daylight
Is it worth a penny, as it might be
For your thoughts, or millions as
In "it is out of reach and far away?"
Your thoughts are very lofty if you
Are focused on the moon. For some
Of us just navigating the earth is
Challenge enough, and that doesn't
Require packing for the unfamiliar
Atmosphere of a distant delicate
Moon, cold and yet still romantic.
Our moon is symbolic of all things
Love and loving. Lovers meet below
A blue moon or celebrate a yellow
One. Its phases are phrases of awe
And praise. Full moon or crescent
Where will you land? Will you go?

Accomplished

What are you most proud of in your life?

When I peek back, through some poems 
I have listed, the skill -of some of them-
Pleases and surprises. I hope for this kind
Of success. I look for the kind of skill I find
In these. I am proud to have achieved it.
When I look back to see everything fit,
I feel accomplished. I experience pride.
Pride of authorship. Proud. Satisfied.
I wrote this. And that. With skill so I know
I have succeeded. I wrote it and it's good.