
Pat
12/03/21
Pat
12/03/21
It is the day before Thanksgiving and it seems everyone is out picking up last minute items. People are everywhere and the traffic is crazy as impatient horns blare.
I reach into my pocket and her list, hand written in pencil, is crumpled around my keys. I fish it out, smoothing it as I squint to read :-
Red peppers
Green peppers
Ginger
Onions
Scallions
Garlick
Greatnut ice cream
Bizzy
Bizzy, she makes tea from this. “Good for the knees”, she says while rubbing it. I still have trouble figuring out which of her home remedies are mostly old wives tales. That matters not, though. It’s what she gets from it. I suspect they have more to do with her refusing to just give up. Or, to leave her fate in the hands of another.
Arthritis is taking its toll. That right knee is markedly larger than the left. So it can’t be comfortable. And she has given up on doctors. “They’re not doing anything for me, they’re just rifling through my insurance”, she complains. And soldiers on.
At age 87, she is still a warrior!
sparrows in a ruckus
above the roar of traffic –
how’s this possible?
I pause – from atop street light
an unlikely burst of nature
Pat R
11/29/19
A Tanka haibun having to do with giving thanks for things great and small. For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s, also over at Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the prompt is Thanksgiving.
A Fibonacci Poem*
Cold
Days
Looking
Forward to
All the holidays
All the family gatherings
Travelling long distances is a part of it all
We gather to renew meaning of family through food fellowship and arguments
It’s when the ‘black sheep’ of the family rise to the occasion the star of the ensuing chaos we grumble rumble and love them still
Calm returns and you no longer wonder why you come to these things thoughts return to story-telling by elders reminiscing on tales from long ago new memories and being grateful for family, even the crazy ones
Pat R
11/05/2017
For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month Day 5
*A Fibonacci Poem has 10 lines with 55 syllables on the last line! Kind of a hefty micropoetey, I say.
The number of syllables in each line follows the Fibonacci sequence (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55…)!
autumn’s in the air
it’s home for the holidays
crunch of autumn leaves
Pat R
9/26/16
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