How are you creative?
How is it that you of all people are
Creative? You are straightforwardly
Stalwart, not at all a creative type
More typically, perhaps a historian
If only you had memory to support
Creativity is for the bohemian in our
Midst, the one prone to wearing big
Floppy hats and excess jewelry, the
One drawling sometimes incessantly
Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.
Life's little positives
A smile, a caress, acts
Of thanks, and grace
The appreciative ones
They show they care
Their care is apparent
And transparent. All
Given freely and from
The heart wherein the
Positive resides and
Flourishes. It thrives
On energy exchanged
And willed, recognized
And shared like a meal
Or the bike only one
Of you owned, but
Both used as needed.
It's yours. It's mine.
Ours together as the
Need arises. We meet
It. Together. Positive.
What was the last thing you did for play or fun?
What is the river hiding?
What secret does the
Water hold deep or in
The shallows under the
Cover of rippling eddies?
Or gentle waves in the
Shallows though we
Know it runs deeper
Hiding its mysteries in
The shallow waters or
In the middle where it
Deepens as the river
Bed drops, its floor a
Concave of complex
Vegetation and mud
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.
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.
The whole world should glitter like
This. Like it does for us tonight and
Most nights when we pay attention.
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.
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.
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 much would you pay to go to the moon?
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?
Tamara, really