Many Roses

Set roots in a proper manner

find more fertilizer to pamper

my rosebush

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Tallest of all rhododendron

species of rhodie maximum

is rosebay

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First of the garden blooms in spring

small yet delightfully pretty

many primrose

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Bringing it into the kitchen

flavors food in many dishes

this rosemary

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A bloom that lasts only one day

be quick or you won’t have time to

smell rockrose

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dVerse prompt to write Compound Word Verse

Many Roses

Lost

Amber Alert

wakes me from a deep sleep.

An old man has gone

missing in his 2002 Honda sedan.

It is what his family always feared—

that he drove away

and would never be found.

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dVerse prompt on lost and found. That and being sleep interrupted by an amber alert. This poem makes me think of how dementia drives the brain— driving away and never being found.

Lost

More Than I Know

I

Woke this morning

cloudy with chance of rain

brown of death hanging

from trees

waiting to fall

II

Inside where it is warm

oven holds greater heat

melts the butter

sugar and flour and eggs

holds the cookie together

III

A child pets the dog

soft fur under her hand

rising and falling with breath

curious to greet

this nonhuman being

IV

Preparing for winter

I mend the armscye

thread moves through fabric

brings together these parts

making it whole again

V

There is much more to life

than what I know—

enter from the inside out

breathe deeper

rejoice

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dVerse prompt on cadralor— five part poem each part can stand alone. Parts seemingly unrelated. Fifth part brings wholeness.

More Than I Know

Gun

Is it for protection

or aggression

is happiness a warm gun

its cold barrow resting on cheek

held against my lips

finger trembling on trigger

if you try to disarm me

accidentally shoot me

who would believe you

after covering my body

with stones

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word stone— and my obsession with Gabby Petito homicide

Gun

More Fruit

There is much to do

weather is changing

prepare for less light

more rain

bring in chairs

fold the sunshades

move plants inside

where they will linger

in warmth of a fireplace

or the winter sun

coming through glass

perhaps flower and fruit

again

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word linger. I am preparing for the continuous rains and trying something new in bringing some potted plants (tomato and pepper) inside to see if they will continue to produce.

More Fruit

Life Cycle of the Botfly

It was a thing that made me queasy

puffed up fat larva of something

found near a dead chipmunk

I let it go and watched it undulate

over the sidewalk on a hot day

hoping the sun would kill it

didn’t know it would bury itself in soil

to become a botfly that lay small larvae

picked up by unsuspecting mammals

then worm through the fur to an opening

and now inside it bores its way to the skin

feeds off the host in a disturbing life cycle

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dVerse nature poem today. I am still disturbed by seeing the botfly larva. I have tried to be open minded about its ways but have trouble with the “bores its way to the skin” part.

Life Cycle of the Botfly

And This Dog Barked

My dog Rufus was an aging beagle

sat in his kennel as people walked by

and this dog barked to see such a sight

My dog Rufus would sleep in my bed

cuddle in the covers where he laid his head

and this dog barked in the middle of the night

My dog Rufus was leary of strangers

always on guard if he would sense danger

and this dog barked before the bite

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dVerse prompt to create a tale (not tail) in your mind so that it will be remembered because of its lyrics, repetitions, etc. Then write it or record it.

And This Dog Barked

My Kindergarten Class

Kindergarten (garden of children) was the garden where I bloomed.

I went down around Colonial Circle and two blocks east, past the school patrol at the corner and there was West Elementary School. The classroom was light and airy with large windows along two sides. A long child-sized table was lined up by the windows and little chairs where we could sit. There were no desks. (Desks were in the 1st grade.)

Miss Nelson led us in art and theatre. (Seems like I was always a star.) My self portrait hung on the wall and I sang “Where is pinkie…..” in a performance for the parents. Miss Nelson took us to the post office, a creamery, a train ride and the Bell Telephone Company. The phone company had an exhibit of the evolution of the telephone, right up to the phone where you could see the person you were talking to.

I didn’t get to go on the train. The day before, I slipped going up the brick stairs to my front door and cut open my lip. The teacher and my mom thought I would bleed on the train. No train ride, no Hollywood career, and I wouldn’t eat butter for fifteen years because we had shaken a pint of cream until it turned. I was sure it would taste sour.

experience base

creates spirit of learning

growth of the person

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Back to school in my memory with a dVerse prompt on school.

My Kindergarten Class