Long Dawdled Poems

(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident)

 As I sat on my desk,
Hurrying with my pent up work,
A scrap of paper, left...

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Born Doris, named for our grandmother Doris Owens,
she is nothing much like grandma.
If anything, I am more like grandma
for my thrifty ways and down-to-earth practicality.

Doris, nicnamed Dorie, how we tease her when we hear
her name...

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Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you?
The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two,
The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on,
Their patience was exhausted as I sat buttering a scone.

I...

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In the morning I was impatient as you dawdled
and I told you to stop being so slow. 
You just smiled sheepishly and said,
"Bye Mommy, I have to go!"
In the afternoon I spent most of my...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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A dazzling blaze sews magic on warm eyes.
Hurdles were solved, and secret vows were heard.
I won't steer the yarns while holy denies.
My cheers are shorn, and my heart is averred.
All musings are being wrecked with...

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OLD TOWN ELEGY
  
The bridge still spans the road - with what design?
The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea
Erased and gone, with scarce residual sign
And barely more trace than near...

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From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held,...

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How grateful I shall ever be for the creative gal or guy,
Who concocted and perpetuated the luscious "punkin" pie!
Ah! The thought of a golden "punkin" pie with flaky crust,
Stimulates my taste buds with sinful epicurean...

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VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and...

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There's no other phrase that will get a lad's total attention,
And fill a young feller's soul with dread apprehension,
Than to hear the phrase Moms have used since time began,
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home,...

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What would you do on a rainy day?
Rain patters quietly on my window.
I briskly walked to my room,
And sat on my little, nice windowsill chair.
It's quiet and peaceful and I think.
I look at my deepest...

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We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
                      ...

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victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an...

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A Psychiatric doctor poked and prodded in my head..
I was all screwed up, I think; he said…?

Was it because I claimed to see “purple elephants“?
Who amazingly did some acrobatic stunts?

The “doc” looked at me and...

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For the past, the future was never apparent
its dormant projection lay in unformed
no thought ever counted it of concern

Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do
a continuous today absent of tomorrow
the truancy of sleep...

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We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an old shire mare

Onto the 
     landlord's canal boat
lock stock and barrel...

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OLD TOWN PAST

Gone: the Market where cows sheep and pigs brought telling perceptions
The images, noises and smells of the farms to the town
The tweeded farmers with leathery limbs and faces
And gaiters of deepest sheen in...

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We left our abode in old Cowfair,haggled a price for an old shire mare.Onto the 
landlord's canal boat,lock stock and barrel for a life afloat.Farewell to our 
Buckingham birthplace and its meagre living from old...

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Today I walked the lake the wrong way round
and seeing such, the world seemed upside down.
What once was on the left was on the right
and shadows fell where once there was sunlight.

Agape, aghast and tipsy,...

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You were so self conscious
Yet you never saw the beauty in yourself
The beautiful brunette hair
That framed your lovely face
Which you thought lank and lifeless
Your fabulous legs that so often were hidden away
Which you thought were...

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The recipes have dawdled
In their box for nigh a year,
But now they'll get some brand-new stains;
The holiday is here.

It's time to clean and shop and bake - 
From scratch, if you are able - 
And...

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THE END IS NEAR

POSTED
on a telephone pole
			FANCY FONT
					…THE END IS NEAR

I slowed my pace
dawdled and lollygagged
pondered the possibilities
				….“THE END OF WHAT????”

My subscription to the
“WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT QUARTERLY
						,,,RENEWED,
the glass of DOUBTS AND FEARS
					….HALF FULL.

The road...

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Last night, I went alone to a ballroom dance
And, I met by pure chance a gorgeous blonde 
With an arrogant and scraggy face husband

Dawdled over a gin, as  I watched every girl 
And, she...

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Someone should have told him 
to put his head back on his shoulders,
yet it was lost, and we were mute.
What could we say to the man 
who was always right?
He walked ahead seemingly 
in the...

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