Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Apr16Poetry - Coke



I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in
#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.







Today's challenge is to write a poem in the style of Frank O'Hara's Having a Coke with You. My goodness, the prompt was custom-made for writing about my husband and his daily Coke!


Having a Coke with you,
is even more insightful than your words,
the way you always,
whether in Italy,
Costa Rica,
a family vacation,
a day trip for hiking,
in our kitchen,
it makes no difference,
you always,
every single day,
indulge,
such ritual,
the way you
lay a napkin on the table
place the glass squarely on the napkin,
fill the glass with ice,
there must, must, must be ice,
then,
slowly,
pour,
just to the edge of the top of the ice,
leaving some deliciousness
still in the bottle,
sip,
savor,
then tell me that
these are your Georgia roots,
Coke is a Georgia thing,
there's only Coke
there is no other,
then,
of course,
you refill the glass
before the ice melts,
until the bottle is empty,
kindly wipe down the table
with the damp napkin,
tend to the glass,
one satisfies.
You are
thoughtful,
committed,
caring, and
full of love and
good cheer.
Must be the Coke,
which is why I'm telling you about it.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Apr14Poetry - We Are Mirror Images



I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in
#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.








Today's poetry inspiration is from Padma Venkatraman, to create poems that are virtual mirrors of one another, to show the power of juxtaposition. Her suggestion is to start by thinking of two ways to do one thing, and write two poems - one for each of these possibilities. Then, rewrite the poems so that they are mirror images in poetic style.

In the ideal world, I would display these poems in two columns, side by side, so that you might see their similarity. This trick involves my use of HTML code on this Blogger website, and, alas, that is a fail. So, I'm content to post these vertically and rely on your imagination to see them as mirrors.


We Are Mirror Images

I like my chocolate
dark and crunchy,
chewy with caramel, or
peanut butter smooth.
I'm happy to try
new chocolate,
no matter what kind,
I'm always in the mood.
If I start,
I'll have bite after bite,
so the wrapper,
the bag,
the box,
needs to be thrown away.

He likes his chocolate
milk or dark,
shredded coconut, or
fruit and nuts chew.
He's happy to try
new chocolate,
it matters what time,
whether he's in the mood.
If he starts,
he'll have one or two bites,
close the wrapper,
the bag,
the box,
save for another day.

Tuesday, March 10, 2020

SOL20 Slice #10 Waiting



I am participating in the
All participants are sharing stories about moments in their lives, writing 
 every day for the month of March 2020.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!



The privacy curtain is pulled in a semi-circle around his bed, giving us a sense of isolation, that we are in our own space. Yet,

- a woman moans in pain, from somewhere nearby,
- two nurses speak urgently, clarifying procedures for another patient,
- there's a loud voice from the intercom, "Dr. Smith, ready for you in OR 5,"
- there's the feet and slow steps of a nurse helping a patient to the bathroom, and, still more, as yet another patient is wheeled down the hall, and
- his nurse steps in and out, around the privacy curtain, regularly, to check his vitals and IV.

Not private.
Interconnected.
Yet, alone.
Waiting.

Funny thing, the sermon on Sunday (by Sarah Anders) was entitled "Waiting in Uncertain Times." She spoke about the wisdom of being slow to respond, to step back and notice, to learn to wait. To know that it is not about you...it is bigger than you. To notice the wonder, in the waiting. She quoted Bayo Akomolafe - "Something is always doing something."

I had never heard of Bayo Akomolafe before this past Sunday. His writings were the perfect tonic for me, as I waited for my husband to have surgery. Certainly, this was a strange time to have surgery - to be in a hospital during this season of coronavirus. The surgery was not major, and I was so pleased when the surgeon found me in the waiting room and told me how well it had gone.

However, more waiting was required. A 67 year old body does not recover quite as easily as one younger. That hospital prerequisite of having to urinate before being discharged was more challenging than he or I had imagined, requiring patience and time and waiting. He didn't seem to stress. He was a very good waiter. The remains of anesthesia probably helped. He took a nap. I journaled. It seemed like nothing was happening for a long while. However, something is always doing something.

We're home now; all will be well.


Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Unexpected sunset



I am participating in the
 Slice of Life.  
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, 
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!


My husband's brother is in hospice, at end of life. I wrote this poem as we traveled by car from Maryland to Georgia, to be alongside him. Have you had that sensation where every song you hear seems to apply to the pain you are currently feeling? This was true for us, as we drove...and influenced this poem a bit. 


Unexpected Sunset

Unexpected sunset,
sky bursting
red and orange,
white, gray, and darker still,
interspersed with puffs of blue,
followed by
a gorgeous
full moon.
Last breaths.
Many long highway miles,
stretch and fatigue,
so many aching
thoughts,
fleeting words,
whispers of love,
all along the highway,
as we travel
to be bedside
before
last breaths.
Listen to Roseanne and Bruce wail,
like a lost ship,
adrift on the sea,
sea of heartbreak,
lost love and loneliness.
We are heartbroken,
this suffocating pain,
a life too short.
Unexpected sunset.
Full moon.
Last breaths.

In the midst of so much pain,
there is great beauty.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

SOL 19 Slice #12 Being With You



I am participating in the
 Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOL19)
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, every day for the month of March 2019.

A big thank you to Two Writing Teachers for providing this unique opportunity
for teacher-writers to share and reflect.


It's my anniversary...Tony and I celebrate 31 years of marriage today! Here's an attempt at poetry (31 lines!) to commemorate our special day...





BEING WITH YOU


finding one another
chatting, conversing, joking, charming, sweet-talking, 
dreaming, hoping, and longing

dating, being with
piano-playing, softball-throwing, ping-pong-challenging
shoveling snow, retreating, burrowing together
reading, making playlists, writing love notes
fitting together well

hugging, kissing, caressing
 being gentle with one another
marrying 

baking biscuits, keeping house, taking care of one another
moving, dancing, laughing
intertwining
having babies, raising boys
creating a home, a family, a life together

walking, climbing, hiking, traversing, exploring the great outdoors
traveling, sightseeing
praying, believing

surprising, intriguing, listening
caring, devouring, trusting, honoring, treasuring
persevering

hungering for and satisfying
supporting and comforting, mourning together, holding each other up
wrapping in warm tender love 

 becoming grandparents, hearts swelling, together
making memories and reminiscing

growing old together
handling with care
loving

holding on to one another