Monday Memories: Incessant

This poem takes a different route from much of my usual poetry.  It begins with the word “incessant” and carries this meaning throughout the poem with various synonyms.  Using free verse, the number of syllables remains consistent with seven in the odd-numbered lines and ten in the even-numbered ones.  Thanks for reading and enjoy!

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Early in the morning’s peace

Welcoming the incessant quietness

 

Predawn light creates shadows

Enjoying their unending playfulness

 

Cool, crisp air signals autumn

Witnessing the season’s ceaseless nature

 

Solitary doe walks nearby

Looking for tender grass, endless craving

 

Neighbor walking her collie

Moving with an uninterrupted pace

 

Front porch provides morning roost

Dreaming now of countless, unbroken thoughts

 

Past memories parade on by

Watching an ongoing video show

 

Former students fill the room

Flourishing with unflagging attention

 

Grandchildren always gather

Hearing constant laughter, bringing a smile

 

North wind gusts with icy chill

Feeling winter biting with nonstop bliss

 

Frigid cold invades the porch

Warming now, by persistent fireplace flames

 

Life has been kind, a blessing

Spending everlasting time with our Lord

 

From the front porch, one can sit and watch the entire day unfold.

Originally published September, 2020.

Yesterday Forgotten

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Traveling in darkness

Every winding road

Always going uphill

Bearing heavy loads

 

Filling with emptiness

Sadness ruptures heart

Simply seeking healing

Searching for fresh start

 

Collecting memories

Hope sheds one more tear

Often feeling numbness

Overwhelming fears

 

Witnessing tomorrow

Been here once before

Every step well-traveled

Waiting at backdoor

 

Envisioning sunrise

Source of everything

Yesterday forgotten

Knowing peace shall sing

 

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Inviting Voices

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Wind’s inviting voices

Welcoming from shadow’s past

Harmonizing spirits

Bright skies trying to hold fast

 

Darkness taking shortcut

Wakening to rising sun

Searching for tomorrow

Ahead of each setting sun

 

Wind chimes at every hour

Reminding of yesterday

Wishing for better times

Memories’ daily ballet

 

Today never backtracks

Writing journey’s blessed song

Soaring ahead, true joy

Nature’s essence comes along

 

Wind gathers final breath

Inviting darkness back in

Following every star

Round of dreams, ready to spin

 

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Monday Memories: America’s Movie Night

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Marveling at an American treasure

Outdoor movie screens offer nighttime pleasure

 

Drive-ins share their unique personality

Double features, hometown hospitality

 

Big screen stars on America’s movie night

Under the night sky, Hollywood’s best shine bright

 

Notable scenes from drive-ins come to the screen

Danny and Sandy from “Grease” making the scene

 

Winning combination fuels drive-ins’ success

Love of movies plus cars, who would ever guess?

 

Practicing social distancing, cars spread out

Another summer night, film-inspired blowout

 

Family piles into the station wagon

Good thing we traded that tiny Volkswagen

 

Mom and Dad, reservations in the front seat

Wearing pajamas, kids view from the back seat

 

Transporting all of us to a place of fun

Kids become quiet . . . fall asleep, one by one

 

Comfy family night under twilight’s stars

Slice of Americana, with movie stars

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Practicing social distance before anyone knew what it meant, America’s drive-ins have been a fixture since arriving in New Jersey in 1933.  Following World War II, the American landscape exploded with new drive-ins.  By 1952, outdoor movie attendance exceeded indoor theaters for the first time.  During the 1950s, the number of drive-ins peaked at 5,000 or so.  

Originally published September, 2020.

Any Given Day (Haiku Series #305)

Rekindled

Watching every child

Life’s mirror shares reflections—

Seeing bit of self

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Getaway

Viewing from window

Life’s gentle pace steps outside—

Adventure’s road trip

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Testimony

Scanning fresh headlines

Life discovers some goodness—

Flowing with kindness

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Monday Memories: From Her Window

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Peering out from her window

Times changing much, much too fast

Being alone many years

Husband and friends having passed

 

Small home meets her meager needs

But, the neighborhood has changed

Folks come and go, few she knows

Life blurs by, as if arranged

 

Sheltered from the outside world

Homebound most days by herself

Family in distant states

Ignored like books on a shelf

 

Watching some television

Staying away from the news

Remembering old classics

Dreaming of Julie Andrews

 

Reading occupies her time

Local newspaper connects

Crossword puzzle smiling back

Novels thrill with their suspects

 

Peering out from her window

Another sunset draws near

Unfamiliar car drives up

Grandchildren bring happy tears

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Originally published August, 2020.

Monday Memories: Twenty-Five Cents

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Running a quick errand for mother

Feeling twenty-five cents in my hand

Heading to the nearby little store

Milk, bread—let’s see what candy looks grand

 

Years ago, two bits meant feeling rich

A few coins equal twenty-five cents

Today, this sweet tooth will be in luck

Let this candy shopping now commence

 

Below the front counter, treasures wait

Friendly woman cashier stands and smiles

A few pennies for Sweet Tarts and more

Licorice, Smarties add to the pile

 

Looking to spend one final nickel

Picking through endless, tempting choices

Spying at last, a sweet Hershey bar

Overcome by sugar-filled voices

 

Arriving back home without delay

Pockets filled with sweetest treasure

Mother asks about the milk and bread

Two bucks unspent, plus her displeasure

 

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Growing up in my childhood neighborhood, there was a little store just a few blocks away.  My brothers and I made many a journey to the store for milk, bread, and other quick-to-find essentials for our mother.  I cannot recall forgetting the milk and bread, but having a few coins in my pocket was treasure waiting to be spent on the candy found there.  

The poem lists a few of the types of candy found back in the 1960s.  Do you have a favorite candy from your childhood?

Originally published July, 2020.

Morning Refreshment

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Tempting much too early

Overflowing thoughts stir

Life’s background music plays

Traveling to Big Sur

 

Remembering darkness

Transforming to moonlight

Memories play again

Rising from calmest night

 

Filling empty bucket

Pondering this new day

Distant dawn now teases

Opening mind to play

 

Feeling heartbeat’s rhythm

Leaving shadow’s twilight

Wisdom’s timeless travels

Scaling forgotten heights

 

Harmonizing sunrise

Glowing horizon beams

Sweet morning refreshment

Waking from blissful dream

 

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Bluest Sky

Morning’s “Big Sky” roams over the valley near Livingston, Montana.

Harmony drops in

Lifting spirits high

Waking from slumber

Morning’s bluest sky

 

Valley’s faithful river

Unending with peace

Flowing with wisdom

Comforts never cease

 

Sun brightens flashbacks

Counting former days

Energizing with joy

Ready now to play

 

Time injects stillness

Billowing with clouds

Yielding blessed shade

Whispers never loud

 

Heaven’s love singing

Blessing life below

Extending day’s light

Nature now aglow

 

Montana’s Madison River tirelessly flows toward the community of Ennis.

Monday Memories: Quintet of Brothers

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College basketball star and high school majorette

Growing up under Montana’s brilliant Big Sky

Destined to raise this band of brothers as their sons

Rearing five boys, better than any Fourth of July

 

Household of boys born over a span of twelve years

Perhaps their father dreams of a basketball team

While their mother nurtures with love and care

Quintet of brothers’ thoughts filling with biggest dreams

 

Brothers grow up, facing life’s many challenges

Inspired by a father with amazing courage

Battling back from near-fatal car crash in his youth

His steadfast work ethic always encourages

 

These driven brothers discover their niche at school

Excelling with their academics in the classroom

Competition fuels a welcome outlet through sports

Lives mature too quickly, future destinies zoom

 

This family story would never be complete

The boys’ mother remembers God’s lovely bouquet

These five brothers always cherish their one sister

Believe it or not, she’s born on Valentine’s Day

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This poem gives you a quick glimpse into my childhood family.  Growing up under Montana’s Big Sky was a blessing for my brothers and sister.  The memories will last a lifetime.

Originally published July, 2020.