Family reunion yesterday
The numbers are dwindling every year.
Where’s so and so?
And why didn’t he or she make it?
Some are too old and feeble to join us.
Miss you
Sunday 160 Challenge: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/
Family reunion yesterday
The numbers are dwindling every year.
Where’s so and so?
And why didn’t he or she make it?
Some are too old and feeble to join us.
Miss you
Sunday 160 Challenge: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on February 13, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/02/13/miss-you/
Feeling, blue–
someone has
let me down.
My heart is
heavy.
There’s
a lump
in my throat.
I may have
to cry to
release
what’s inside.
My expectations
set me up
to
bring
me
down.
My Sunday 160.
Posted by Bodhirose on January 2, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/01/02/feeling-blue/
The wind is blowing briskly and
the temperature is plummeting.
My nose is a bright, red cherry
and my hands are feeling chilly.
A hot cup of cocoa is vastly needed.
My Sunday 160.
Posted by Bodhirose on December 27, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/12/27/hot-cup-of-cocoa/
My daughter’s going to China.
I said goodbye yesterday.
My wish of love and safety are with her–
thirty meetings in five days–no fun, no sightseeing, no playing.
My entry for Sunday’s 160.
Posted by Bodhirose on December 5, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/12/05/no-fun/
Returned home from my trip.
Twelve hours straight of driving left me strained.
What happened to my relaxing vacation?
It’s back at the lake house in North Carolina.
My Sunday 160
Posted by Bodhirose on November 23, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/11/23/im-back/
Almost ready for my trip
Packing furiously around the clock.
Don’t forget the shampoo, bathrobe and socks–
If I leave anything behind, I’ll do with what I’ve got.
This is my contribution for the Sunday 160 challenge.
Posted by Bodhirose on November 14, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/11/14/almost-ready/
My mala has one hundred and eight beads.
It keeps count as I chant–
Through my fingers it passes.
A cool little tool,
It helps bring me ease.
Mentally I intone–Om.
This is my submission for Sunday’s 160–inspired by Victoria.
Posted by Bodhirose on October 31, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/10/31/my-mala/