The Bike Ride
#SOLC19 No. 28
I was sitting tall on my bike trying to catch the full effect of the air moving over my body, hoping it would offer some relief to the heat. I rode deliberately under the low branches of oaks, mulberries, and pecans that lined our streets.
The Old Pear Tree
#SOLC19 No. 27
During the last days of summer, the days that are dry and hot without a breath of a breeze, a sweet fruity aroma hovers over our yard. It is the smell of autumn. Of pears ripening.
Winter Trees
#SOLC19 No. 26
She waltzed by me, stopped, and asked what I was reading. I said, “Poetry. I will read you a poem.”
Pays to Pay Attention
#SOLC19 No. 25
With the airport behind and a huge traffic snarl ahead, I gasp, “THAT WAS OUR EXIT!”
The Gypsy
#SOLC19 No. 24
It was late afternoon, and the sun was casting long shadows on the road where Amelia and a group of village children walked. Just at the edge of the village they came to a bridge that crossed a small stream with wide, flat banks.
Answer!
#SOLC19 No. 23.
The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time.
If you can …
#SOLC19 No. 22 with #PoetryFriday.
“If you can dream and not make dreams your master; / If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .”
Our Day Begins
#SOLC19 No. 21
Our day begins before the sun has risen, while darkness still blankets earth and our city slumbers, . . .
Sticky Buns
#SOLC19 No. 20
The hyphenated nouns are kennings, forming metaphors — a perfect element for poetry.
‘Possums
#SOLC19 No. 19
I’ve heard it said that to be healthy, we should have at least one roll-on-the-floor laugh each day.
Steamy Canned Soup
#SOLC19 No. 18
I pondered the idea of soup from a can which I never purchase, never eat.
A March Day
#SOLC19 No. 17
. . . hopping about in great joy,
kissing the ground
over and over with
their beaks, . . .
Nicely Dressed
#SOLC19 No. 16.
She leans in a bit and in a soft southern voice says, “I’m looking for a nicely dressed man.”
Caged Birds
#SOLC19 No. 15 and #PoetryFriday.
Finally, my wanderings led me to a poem by “one of the first influential Black poet in American literature”–Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Your name is NINE?
#SOLC19 No. 14
“Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.” –Mitch Albom
In the Garden Room
#SOLC19 No. 13.
I remember it well. It was a Saturday morning. Unannounced, he came into my kitchen …
Pot Cheese
#SOL19 No. 12
When I was a child, my mother made pot cheese.
Jam Anyone?
#SOLC19 No. 11.
When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while.
Seeds
#SOLC19 No. 10.
A sower went out to sow.
Saving Time
#SOLC19. No. 9.
Every spring, I grumble about moving my clock ahead an hour. Then I put my grumbling into a poem –“Change the Clock,” fashioned after Dr. Seuss’s GREEN EGGS AND HAM.
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