Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Somersaulting with God, draft no. 1

When I was a child

on the lawn of our Lyman cottage

I would plant my bare feet onto Dad’s shoes

Grab his big hands, crawl

up the wall of his legs

Turn backflip off his waist

Giggling

 

When I prayed in our group last night

I felt like that girl

Somersaulting off God’s knees

As he held me close

 

My soul vaults on God

I am his beloved daughter

No surer trunk will ever be found

I shall spin and laugh out loud

Forever


Sunday, January 19, 2025

Two Rivers Beach Walk 1/17/25, draft no. 1


Low low the sun goes

bright orange bleeds the skies

frozen sand neglects to sink

I'm sturdy, arms up high

D O  D O  D O  the sand prints read

to my dyslexic mind

Perhaps there is an "I" ahead 

where a young couple wed--

It's really just some shoe prints, trailing

down and down the beach.

How often I'm mistaken 

about hieroglyphs I see.

The pink clouds glow much fainter

Shells splay like open palms

I fashion Y E S with driftwood,

cove-sheltered where it's calm. 

Loneliness is scary

But solitude's a dance

I'd stay right here forever

If I had the chance. 




Bliss's 50th Birthday Poem (50 words long)*

 Never have we e’er seen Bliss:

hair amiss

husband dissed

spout off and now someone’s pissed

hang back when it’s time to greet

“Here I am,” spout, “Aren’t I neat?!”

Only one thing can explain

Bliss’ extraordinary frame

God, who’s got her in His grip,

And 50 years His craftsmanship


*A joint effort by Graham and Jen

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Hand Cream Pantoum


 (Guided by Poetry Unbound's prompt)


Purchased online from Frog and Toad, Providence

Resting nearby, on my nightstand

Others may call it frivolous

But only it soothes the dry skin's cracks


It rests near my bed, on the nightstand

Scented lotion wrapped in London scenes

Only it knows how to soothe my heart's cracks

To others, just a purse filler (and emptier)


Cath Kidston hand cream, wrapped in London scenes

I reach for it to feel close, feel loved

To you a pocket book filler (and drainer)

Each use, a prayer for my son


I smooth it on, to feel close, smell love

Others may call it wasteful

Every use a prayer to my son and his wife

Purchased from Frog and Toad

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Haiku 8-7-24

 Noon sun, siren sings

"God's watching over Green Bay"

Dogs bark, I lift hands

haiku 8-8-24

 Hair blows in my eyes

mother/child echos love 

playground cloudy day

Friday, February 2, 2024

Alden, Alden

By Jen Hunt (circa 2012)

 

He keeps to himself

He’s in the know

He walks to school with pack in tow

A thinker, a dreamer

A Star Trek: Next Generation Streamer

Finally a bona fide teen

To Calvin only sometimes mean

Quiet and faithful, a real joy and pleasure

Never without his trusty tape measurer

Facebooks when there’s stuff to tell

Plays his Lego.com well

iPod touch and sports card buyer

Divides his time between drums and choir

The urban feel and sleek décor

Are what he frequents Starbucks for

Drawn to all forms of transportation

Destined for greatness and citification

Sensitive hands, sensitive heart

Engineer- sleuth with real spy smarts

Expert at things he’s never been taught

Pointer ever seeking snot

Lake Lundgren and Districts Fan

Our bacon-loving techno-man