At a nature-type center,
We looked at displays
Of the wildlife that’s local,
Describing their ways.
From a room that said, “Meetings,”
A woman came out
And approached with a smile
And nary a doubt.
“You look like a quilter,”
She said, just to me.
“I am!” I replied,
So she said, “Come and see!”
At twelve or so tables,
With sewing machines,
Were fabrics and projects
And twelve quilting queens.
They all come together
Four times every year
Just to kibitz and sew,
Schlepping all of their gear.
Their work was amazing
And thrilling to see
And then they extended
An invite to me.
“Come join us!” I couldn’t,
But what a delight
To encounter these women
At such a strange site.
Categories:
schlepping, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
This is how an airport feels -
Crowded, hot and teeming.
Lines that wrap around and ‘round;
Babes and toddlers screaming.
Masks on every face except
So many noses showing
And no one to remind them of what
They should all be knowing.
Screeners who take pleasure in
Enthusiastic groping.
Stressed out families schlepping
So much stuff they’re barely coping.
Loud announcements reinforce
The social distance ruling;
Gazing at the hordes you wonder
If they might be fooling.
Get on board and find a seat
And finally, you’re flying.
If you can, you calm yourself;
Believe me - I am trying.
Categories:
schlepping, flying,
Form: Rhyme
Flutterfluffing of downy goose
rocks tempest princess port-starboard.
Bed tiers for bride-to-be. Steep steps
of ladder, up t’ward skylight, soared.
Twenty tidal wave mattresses.
Jacky’s seed sprouts into beanstalk.
Ripples of corpulent stitching -
siren depths that bruise like bedrock.
Schlepping sleep on stone-wet pillows.
Won’t Gorgo* make a gorgeous bride?
Honeybuzz of beehive tangles.
The slip and slide of nightmare ride.
The feasible mother-in-law
conjured guest into blue-sea room.
Testing of oars and humpback whale.
Full moon is gold and so is groom.
Oh how this royal navigates.
She’s the sunrise, light as feather.
The salty air will pinch her cheeks.
She’s survived balmier weather.
1/21/2021
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
*Gorgo - Medusa
Poem a tribute to fairytale: The Princess and the Pea
Categories:
schlepping, dream, imagery, princess, sleep,
Form: Quatrain