I left for a women's retreat, and there was no Wifi in my cabin last night to post, but now I've figured out that the dining hall has the good Wifi. I was driving last night, literally lost with only written directions and none on my phone because my phone is stupid. I was thinking what a metaphor that is for life, but the poem did not turn out as good as I had thought in my head. Maybe I’ll work on this later. I did write it on the 16th.
On the Road Again
Driving to a new
destination
For rest and renewal
With only written
directions
No connection to show
me the way
I’ve seen the map
But not taken in
How far it really is
Every turn I wonder
Am I headed in the
right direction?
Did I miss a turn?
Are these directions correct
I don’t want to wreck
It is hard to be alone
Without a working
phone
It is hard to swallow
Hoping that you can
follow
My senses are heightened
And I’m a little
frightened
Thinking I’ve gone too
far
Is that the first
star?
There is a road that
matches
And I think that patch
is
Where I’m supposed to
be
I get there eventually
A sigh of relief for
me
Morning Court
The rumbling of a low-pitched
lawn mower
A buzzing bee chasing
through with a fly in pursuit
Daffodils shriveled
from being too early
and tight buds unfurling
their bright gems
in spring’s second sprint towards summer
bird’s solo becomes a chorus
of chirps, tweets, and
whistles
that tickle my mind of
what
the singer looks like
and why they sing
ringing throughout the
woods
that invites me into
its inner sanctum
of golden early morning
light
is reflected off the
glittering bright leaves up high
and rolls over the thick
carpet of moss and fungi
which decorates a
lounge of loveliness
inviting me to stay
and linger
by the welcome of
flowers
peeking shy heads
above
a courtroom filled
with winter’s
discarded brown, grey,
and yellow clothing
the white with blushing
plum petaled faces
turn to welcome the growing
glow
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