29 Wednesday Jul 2015
The sun blushed as it rose today,
Realizing it had not seen me this way before;
Risen yet half awake, in the throes of dressing,
I covered my naked face with makeup.
We are casual friends, sharing pieces of each day,
Yet today one of us crossed the line
And rose before our time. I doubt either of us
Will forget and I vow not to rise early again.
03 Saturday May 2014
Tasting Summer’s Pleasures
By Absorbing Nature’s Bounties
Absorbing
Tongues innocently lick the mixture of
dripping perspiration mixed with melting
coconut-scented sunscreen as it
careens down sun-drenched faces,
making its way over cheekbones into the
curves of the corners of the mouth.
Nature’s
Subconsciously, hands rise to rub scented pollens
from scratchy eyes and irritated noses, recognizing
too late that instead the mouth inhaled the sensuous
smells of fresh mowed lawns and fragrant roses.
Tastes of nature course through the body as the
nose identifies the delectable aromas of summer.
Bounties
Mouths water as soaked wood chips mix with lit
charcoal briquettes, flames giving rise to a distinct
smoky flavor reminiscent of last summer’s bountiful
outdoor barbecue parties–grill-marked burgers,
chips, dips, relishes, homemade ice cream–
pleasing to palates of all ages, including the family dog.
10 Monday Mar 2014
Springing forward we
change our clocks,
saving daylight
the goal, it seems.
Yet, where does it go,
the daylight we save?
If such a hot commodity,
can it be found on the
stock exchange? Or
could it be traded to
Alaska for fish?
Or gifted to Norway,
where it’s oft times dark?
The clock is ticking;
we must figure out
ere Fall comes ’round…
Where will this
summer’s savings go?
27 Monday Jan 2014
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Chronic pain is written for me;
morning stiffness, evening pangs,
uncooperative muscles.
The storyline is scripted by
doctors and researchers.
How the story plays out, however,
is my privilege as the lead actor
to put my personal spin on the lines.
I rise like the sun, slowly from
the horizon yet bright and welcoming.
Staging my day with work and fun, I
bask in sunshine and warmth.
And like the sun, I succumb to
darkness and fade into the horizon,
re-energizing for another day.
Phyllis Moorman 