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Showing posts with label Mary's Mixed Bag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary's Mixed Bag. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2012

Real Toads: Mary's challenge: points of view

It's bigger than
"I say potato, you say potahto"
in the little house on the corner.
It's two different mindsets,
attempting cohabitation,
but butting heads daily.

One sees work to be started,
the other sees work to be postponed.
One sees the finished product,
the other sees something to be endured.
© Kay Davies photo
 
Nevertheless,
opposites attract.
When one is away,
the other is lonely.
Just as with cats:
butting the other with one's head
means "I love you."
 
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Posted for Mary's Mixed Bag at the online writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Friday, March 23, 2012

For Real Toads, with Mary: ordinary things

the dishwasher
sounds like
mom’s old wringer washing machine
water sloshing
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth.

we usually turn the dishwasher on
at bedtime
and it soothes me to sleep
with memories
of childhood.

I put the dishwasher on this morning,
and it's making me
sleepy, like a child
hearing a lullaby.


Today, for Mary's Mixed Bag at the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Mary shared the poetry of Stuart Dischell, who wrote Thin Song of the Leaky Faucet, as well as As I Dispose of an Old Encyclopedia.
Our challenge is to write a poem about an everyday thing. The everyday thing I've chosen is our dishwasher, which brings back memories of the laundry machine of my childhood.

Friday, December 30, 2011

For Real Toads: New Year challenge

Mary has a new challenge—Mary’s Mixed Bag—for the writers’ group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and for her first Friday, which is the last Friday of the year, she has chosen “Ring out the old, ring in the new” from the poem In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892).
Two of Tennyson’s lines called out to me:
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
I’ve written a little verse in no particular style, with these timely subjects in mind. I have found that life, in the final analysis, is made more satisfying by offering people a helping hand.
Everyone has something to offer to someone, be it helping with crises in places like Kenya, to which my blogging friend Joyful devotes much of her time, or just helping your neighbor. We have a neighbor who brings his snowblower over now and then, and when I thanked him the first time, he said he wanted it to be "anonymous snowblowing" but it's a little difficult to disguise the sound!

As Tennyson's poem continues:
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land

Here, then, is my submission to Mary's first Mixed Bag prompt.


www.antiqueclipart.com

out with the old, and in with the new,
I'll have a new job and a new house, too.
I’ve worked so hard and I’ve saved so much
my friends all worry I’m out of touch.
but I’m not gone, I’m not on the shelf,
I’ve just reached the goal I set myself:
a cute little house with a basement flat
(big help with the mortgage, I thought of that)
and work in a field that’s more fulfilling,
in a help-others job, I’m more than willing!




I am also linking this to the meme Weekend Writers' Retreat at the blog Grandma's Goulash.