Poetry ~ Ordinary Things

I found myself reminiscing
of ordinary things

Huge puffballs
scattered among  wildflowers
memories of childhood wishes
such an ordinary thing
once upon a time

A thank you note
arrived by post
written  in cursive
such an ordinary thing
once upon a time

An old red farm truck
rumbled up the dirt road
the farmer shifting gears
raised his hand in recognition
such an ordinary thing
once upon a time

Hikes in the Cascade mountains
stunning views of Mt. Rainier
such an ordinary thing
once upon a time

The old haybarn
now in disrepair
echoes of the first harvest
such an ordinary thing,
once upon a time

I find joy
in those ordinary things

Upon reflection,
the most ordinary things
become extraordinary things

A Serious Case of “blah, blah, blah”


See that smile? That’s my “Goldilocks” smile, somewhere between, oh really? and whatever! I’m having a moment.

I have 57 poems in my  WordPress draft folder. Not one of them is fit for publication! And no amount of tweaking or sprinkling them with fairy dust seems to help!

If you know me, you know I suffer from “SOS” (shiny object syndrome). My mind is rarely at rest and although I find inspiration everywhere – literally in everything – it’s exhausting! Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful, but I need a mindfulness intervention.


Deep sigh.

Or maybe a bourbon on the rocks!

I think I’m gonna take some time off from my blog and focus on other shiny objects, like spending some time outside in the sun. Everything seems to glitter in the summer sun (see that right there? That would be a good opening line for a poem!)

I’ll be back after a bit. I’m gonna go sit out in the summer sun and see what glitters.
Hugs ~ Sue

Poetry ~ The Plucky Poet (Friday Funnies)

She jumped right in with ink and pen

plucking her words off the winds!

But then,

in a moment of doubt,

she tore her words

and began to pout.

Brooding,

she asked the universe for advice

about weaving words, to amuse and entice.

A thunderous response came from above.

“Don’t change a thing, darling.

Repeat that out loud!

Create what you love

and find your crowd!

Stay curious, be courageous,

and play with the words.

You’re not a sheep,

don’t follow the herd!”