Heads in the Clouds

Heads in the Clouds

The Man in the Moon

gets all the attention,

but there are plenty

of heads in the clouds.

The faces may be

serious, fluffy or

a little scruffy.

Reclining, pining

or bright and 

shining with the

light of the sun.

Put a smile on

your face whenever

you look up.

If you are lucky,

it will be returned.

What do you see in the clouds?

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Benched

Benched

Sit with me.

Close your eyes,

stare into space or

take a look

around this place.

Take a break

to catch your breath

or to deliberate on

what to do next.

Take your time.

I’m doing fine.

I’m strong enough

to support you

until you’re ready

to move on.

Thanks to Carol Early Cooney for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt. If you have a special bench in your life, share a link to your thoughts about it in the comments on the blog post.

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Handpicked

Handpicked

You opened

with good reason.

Secure in the

warmth of the season.

Then Nature,

with its fickle ways,

dialed back the temperature

to the point at which

you might freeze.

You were handpicked

and brought inside.

Your end

wouldn't come from

the shock of cold.

Instead, you would reside

in comfort 
for at least

a few days longer.

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Change the Calendar

Change the Calendar

I've spent months

on the finest golf courses.

I've spent months

on London's streets.

I've spent months

back in my hometown.

I've spent months

viewing wondrous scenes.

Now, I tend to spend my months

filling little boxes on a screen.

Thanks to Rebecca Barray for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-Calendar. What thoughts do calendars conjure up for you? Share them in the comments on the blog post.

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Iced

Iced

Trees grew

glass-like

encasements

that glistened

in the

day-after sun.

The weight

of winter

bent branches

to the

breaking point.

Destruction

disguised as

beauty.

Have your trees been iced this winter?

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Apricot Filling

Apricot Filling

When Mom made 

the koclaczki at Christmas,

the apricot filling

was made from

canned pie filling and jam.

Then one year,

she made the filling from

dried apricots cooked down.

I never asked why

she made the change.

Maybe dried apricots

became more affordable

or more accessible.

Now when I make

the cookies at Christmas,

I don't use pie filling

and I don't use jam.

I only use

dried apricots cooked down.

Oh, and a little lemon juice.

Thanks Dana Dampier for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-Food.

Sink Side Songs

Sink Side Songs

I sat holding your hand

when the music started.

You seemed to listen.

I don't know where
 the notes took you, 
but I remembered

hearing you sing while

 you did the dishes.

It was really humming

with some la de da's and

de de dum's thrown in.

Begin the Beguine,

a song about memories,

was one of your favorites.

I still think of you

whenever I hear it.

This poem was inspired by a prompt on The Slow Forget, a website started by J.Lynn Sheridan to share experiences with Alzheimer's Disease and dementia through poetry. Join us by writing or reading.

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Prepared for Landing

Prepared for Landing

Seat belt buckled.

Seat back and tray upright.

Trash discarded.

 Carry-on under the

the seat in front of you. 

 The ground got closer.

 The wheels met the land.

You reached your final destination,

and the turbulence began.

Thanks to Kasie Whitener for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-Preparation. Are you prepared? If so, for what? Let us know in the comments on the blog post.

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