Category Archives: Poetic Thursday

Poetic Thursday: Friends

I just love Thursdays! It’s so much fun participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam, Teddy, and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.

This is our photo inspiration for today’s poem:

And here’s my poem:

Friends

Come on, buddy, let me show you my land.
I know this place like the back of my hand.

I’m so glad these paths are safe to roam.
Since I was born, this has been my home.

It’s a neat place to share a walk with a friend;
after lunch we’ll go exploring again.

We’re young now, but friends we will be,
even when we’re old….like thirty.

This photo brought back memories of this picture of my friend, Donna, and me:

And we, too, are going to be friends even when we’re thirty.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: No Escape

Welcome to Poetic Thursday, hosted by my friend, Pam and her two boys at “Two Spoiled Cats“.

Today, I’m making light of a serious situation.  I feel that it always helps to find a little humor whenever possible.

Here’s the photo for this week’s inspiration:

And this is my poem:

No Escape

 Let’s escape.
Let’s steal away.
Let’s not think about germs for a day.

A tropical isle,
warm, gentle breezes,
no coughs, no sniffles and certainly no sneezes.

Wait: we can’t go.
No travel’s allowed.
And we definitely must avoid any large crowd.

Let’s stay home.
We’ll relax there; it’s safer.
And we can stare at this mountain of toilet paper.

(No, we haven’t hoarded TP.  We shop at Costco, so we already had a pretty good supply.)

How are you managing with your social distancing? Motor Man works alone building race engines at our shop anyway, so we still have that normalcy in our lives. Our racing season was scheduled to begin March 28, but that has been postponed.

We usually eat out two or three times each week, but our restaurants are now take-out or drive-through only, so our meals have been at home.  And that’s okay.

For the time being, we aren’t able to go see “my” wild horses. Dare County, NC has restricted entry to only residents, property owners, service workers, etc. Dare County is adjacent to Currituck County, where Carova (and the horses) are, and we must travel through Dare going to Carova.

We’re hoping the time will pass quickly, and things will be back to normal soon.

So there you have it.  Stay well everyone. And wash your hands.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Faerie Door

Happy Thursday! Time for poetry again with Pam and her ‘boys’ at Two Spoiled Cats.

They provided us a sweet photo for our inspiration for this week’s poem:

And here is my poem:

Faerie Door

What lies behind this sweet wooden door?
Butterflies, sunshine, bluebirds and more.

A faerie garden, such a delight for the eyes;
Birdbaths and benches, all miniature in size.

In this world, there are green plants so very small,
and faerie-size  watering cans to care for them all.

Will faeries visit? We can’t really say.
But what an enchanting place to spend the day.

My friend, Donna, and I had playtime by the river one day years ago with our own little seaside faerie garden.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Back In The Day

Poetic Thursday time again, hosted by Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.  This is our photo inspiration for today’s poem. What an interesting picture.

Below is my poem. I couldn’t stop writing!

 Back In The Day

A fun picture with memories of days gone by.
What was the first thing to catch your eye?

Sweet Raggedy Ann doll in the high chair.
Friends came for playtime, and we learned to share.

Ice skates, roller skates, carefree days at the rink;
we didn’t know those times would go by in a blink.

A rotary dial phone – that was the thing.
Party lines! A long and a short was our ring.

Mom sewed on an old treadle sewing machine;
Barbie clothes, slipcovers and everything in between.

A Beatles record: we loved the Fab Four,
and an Elvis album from a few years before.

We were mesmerized by the blobs in that lava lamp,
and the old suitcase carried our clothes to camp.

A manual typewriter, when have you seen one of these?
Typing class: “fingers on the home row keys”.

A staged photo, perhaps, but what a display.
Which of these do you remember from back in the day?

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetic Thursday: Shall We Dance

Another week has flown by. Once again, it’s time for poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.

Well, just as last week’s poem came easy for me, this one was a stretch, since I am no dancer.

Here’s my poem:

Shall We Dance

Since she was little, she’s wanted to dance;
waiting for the day she’d have her chance.

Years of practice came easy to her.
She’d get her big break, of that she was sure.

Her hard work paid off, she commands the floor,
always leaving her audience wanting more.

She and her partner complete each other;
neither can imagine dancing with another.

Strong, yet elegant, their talent shines through,
it’s obvious to all that they love what they do.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Waiting

Thursday! Time again for poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats. I’m so glad I began participating in this meme and look forward to it each week.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

You can probably tell from the length of my poem that I thought this one was fun:

Waiting

Don’t be sad, I’m just hanging out for a while
til the day comes when I can make someone smile.

My days of hard work are over and done,
and now it’s time I have a little fun.

I’m nice and cozy in my grassy bed,
but the time will come when I turn someone’s head.

Just scrape off the grunge, right down to the rust.
And my dents and dings, well, they’re just a plus.

Replace a few parts, okay, more than a few.
Give me four new shoes, and that oughta do.

My looks won’t matter, it’s what’s under the hood:
one of Motor Man’s engines, that would be good.

A ‘rat rod’ I’ll be my second time around:
classic car shows and Sunday drives around town.

That rumbling you’ll hear is me coming through.
Remember, they don’t build ‘em like they used to.

If you’re wondering what a rat rod is, this link to one of my previous posts will explain it.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Lonely In Lost Springs

It’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats AND here on These Days. I loved this week’s photo inspiration.

Here’s my poem:

Lonely In Lost Springs

A population of one in this little map dot;
an old mining town that time forgot.

A lonely vista with no neighbors in sight;
no nearby houses to light up the night.

No traffic noise, few passing cars:
the perfect place to gaze at the stars.

A population of one: lonely or blessed?
It just depends on one’s outlook, I guess.

And, as usual, the photo prompted not only a poem but also a little research on my part. I learned quite a few things about Lost Springs: the town is located in Wyoming and was first inhabited in the 1880’s.  It was named by railroad workers unable to locate the spring that showed on their maps. After being incorporated in the early 1900’s, the population was once at 200. By 1960, the census showed a population of five, and in 2000, that number was one. The mayor, however, disagreed with that figure, saying there were actually four residents at that time. The 2010 census showed a population of four.

And I thought I grew up in a small town.

~These Days Of Mine~