Pondering Poems

Pondering a Hospital Sign

square blue sign on a pole
large crisp white H on it
white border
underneath it is a tinier blue sign with a white arrow
universal signal showing how to reach a hospital

I imagine a driver from out-of-state trying to breathe
they are racing from blue H signs to blue H signs
this might mean several miles of racing
what if they

Pondering Thought

My life is declining fast
I gave up all my control 
This life i live is reckless 
My heart has paid the toll

As I go through this life
Struggling with each day
For me the day is a victory 
When myself I don't slay

I've pondered that thought 
So quite often In my head 
I'm certain of many ways
I

PONDERING LABORING DAYS AHEAD

PONDERING LABORING DAYS AHEAD

In the laboring days ahead,
Dawning with continuous trials,
And subsequent tribulations,
Let’s not be like sheep
In a slaughtering pen;
Rather, let’s be as lambs
In the garden of God:- 

Armed with faith and hope,
And God’s divine guidance,
Let us, as the Psalms remind us,
Journey onwards to overcoming:
“Defending truth, humility, and justice”:-
For indeed, our God is a God

Pondering Life

This beautiful Sunday afternoon has me pondering my life.
I lost my beautiful son in his twenties to mental illness,
just months ago. So now adjusting to being a mother to one
adult son is a very different situation, and I have not developed my sea
legs for my new life situation yet.  I also decided to take

Pondering a Hoarders Ways

why do hoarders keep their garbage?
Their empty containers? Dirty diapers? Used dog pads?
If you hate cleaning like I do, turn on the TV show, Hoarders.
It is the best cure to my housework apathy.

There are small paths in the houses they feature
Hoarders don’t sleep in beds
Beds are covered with stuff
Hoarders live on piles of debris

Their bathrooms

Pondering Possibilities

The question remains
Entangled, refrained
Of earth and sky 
Resting on the edge
Of due or die

And then I see you
Sitting so quaint
A peaceful mention
A wandering eye

Twining each branch
Climbing high
To catch your every promise
Your words so eloquently and refined 

Oh this wind struck passion
Blowing free upon the morning light
If but to find a chance
I dream a dream
Of you

Pondering Possibilities

The question remains
Entangled, refrained
Of earth and sky 
Resting on the edge
Of due or die

And then I see you
Sitting so quaint
A peaceful mention
A wandering eye

Twining each branch
Climbing high
To catch your every promise
Your words so eloquently and refined 

Oh this wind struck passion
Blowing free upon the morning light
If but to find a chance
I dream a dream
Of you

Pondering Romance

     I wonder why a series named Harlequin Romance

          makes my sister cry, never laugh

Soul-Searching

Sitting attentively on a rickety park bench
My thoughts as deep as an ocean trench
People scurrying aimlessly with their daily lives
In time they’ll fade too, into the archives

I notice a young family, a dog and a cat
After they draw a last breath, what awaits after that?
Billions departed throughout the lineage of man
Bygone times, forgotten lives; been

Pondering a Parakeet

      A parakeet is a talking bird
        He’ll repeat whatever you say

     Which, depending on your mood
        Can make or break your day   

Pondering the Meaning of It All

    A crow can caw, at least

Thoughts of a Border Collie While Pondering a Bone

Thoughts of a Border Collie While
Pondering a Bone

Mine, mine, mine, I think
as I drip drool on the floor.
Bloody meat clings
tenaciously to the hard bone.
White fat, like veins of gold,
marbles the red treat.
My owner is thawing this delicious
delicacy on the counter.
I watch and wait with longing
as I think of the animal odor.
Sharp canines will soon tear
and

Pondering the probe

Is it the problems which dives into our lives ?
Or is it just our lives which dives into the problems ?
We stumble upon many problems .
Thinking its just a small lump 
The fantasies created , the fantasies lived 
Were actually really short-lived because reality just hits
We grew up crying and throwing many fits 
But among

Pondering Van Gogh

The starry night is out of focus
under the thick tree cover
where the two connected souls
walk arm in arm among the heavy
grass and flower coverage that
crowds the earth under the trees
the fragrance of the wildflowers
is heavy in the air and wafts upward
to be breathed in by the couple
sharing a moment secluded in the
beauty of nature allowing

Purple Pondering

I’m at the age where
I’ve grown really long hair
And I don’t denim care
That the trend is to cut it

No longer wearing high heels
Just for a flex or a thrill
More about how my feet feel
And they don’t love it

I don’t have many pink plans
Flying by seat of peach pants
Keeping my praying hands
I am blessed with contentment

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