Category: Poetry

Wednesday, September 9, 2026 The Workshop: Bee and Bunny

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Hello, friends! I have a question: didn’t summer just start? I turned my head for just a moment and it sped past in a blur. We’ve had a busy summer in all the best ways and I am, as always, ready for the beautiful days of autumn to be upon us.

The workshop has been a bit barren. Lots happens in my head, but I have little to show for it, except for this sweet little bunny:

And progress on the Paint-By-Number Bee:

I started the PBN Bee in January before my surgery and it has lain fallow until recently. I want to finish it before Christmas, since it was a Christmas gift.

Bee and Bunny
Are awfully funny.
Bunny and Bee
Are friends, you see.

Bee gives Bunny
All the best honey
And Bunny gives Bee
Her best willow tea.

Honey in tea
Bunny and Bee
All go together
Most happily!

Until I wrote the first line, I didn’t even know a poem was on its way, and *whoosh* there it was! I call that a kind Providence.

The blog by me
Will have to be
Deleted in the morning
Most happily!

Tuesday, September 1, 2026 The Death of the Petunias

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Here lie the pitiful potted petunias that started life with such sparkle and optimism in May. ‘Tis no fault of their own that they have suffered an early demise.

I find it a joyful prospect to keep them watered in May and June. When July comes, I am slowing down in my enthusiasm. I might let a day slip by and get to the watering later in the afternoon, rather than in the morning. The petunias sense my lack of commitment and feel it keenly. Once or twice I might accidentally forget altogether and run out in the morning with water and abject apologies. But they know. They know my fickle heart.

By August, the petunias are becoming a weight on my soul. “What? You need water AGAIN?” I drag my feet and bring the watering cans to the hoses for refills. “Didn’t I just water you guys?” Even with consistent watering, they are showing their age. The bloom of youth is gone. They know it. I know it.

I usually rally and make sure they don’t die off until late September when it becomes more in the natural scheme of things. But a few days ago, I skipped a whole day of watering. The thought came unbidden: “I could just quit.” Okay, maybe it was bidden. Another day went by. “I should water them, shouldn’t I? What kind of person lets their flowers just die of thirst?” Another day. And another day. I guess I am that kind of person. I’m not proud of it, but the deed is done.

Here lie the dried-up petunias,
Dead before their time.
I confess that I did ruin ya,
Then I made a bad rhyme.

But just to cheer you up, there’s still lots of pizazz in the perennial garden where the flowers aren’t dependent on me. And the beetles are enjoying themselves a bit too much!

Here lies the dried up blog post
I’ll finish it off in the morning,
It’ll be just like dried up toast
Gone without much warning.

Wednesday, July 8, 2026 Three Postcards, One Poem

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I was inspired to write a poem based on three postcards I bought last year. The artist is Sarah Angst (should I comment on her last name? I want to. Okay, I won’t.)

The hedgehog slowly ambled
Through grass, amid the flowers
Where mushrooms, red and white
Seemed as tall as towers.

He strolled and as he pondered,
He looked from side to side.
“My kingdom is amazing –
So big and vast and wide!”

The moose was prone to wander
In woods or through a swamp,
’cross ponds and cheerful rivers
He’d loudly stomp and clomp.

He gazed out o’er a valley
Across the mountain side
“My kingdom is a wonder –
So big and vast and wide!”

The crow, his wings a-flutter
Would fly from tree to tree,
His clucking and his cawing
Rang out most joyfully

When soaring through the sky
He saw no room for pride.
“God’s Kingdom never ends –
So big and vast and wide!”

I love the bold and colorful artwork!

This blog post must come to an end, so small and puny and narrow.

Tuesday, July 7, 2026 Time is Short

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That’s not supposed to be a deep philosophical title. I literally don’t have much time for a blog post today, but I’d like to leave you with a little something, no matter how small and random. So I’m going to choose one of my smallified photos that is languishing in the file and pair it with a smallified poem.

A photo of my signature apple pie cinnamon rolls

And the poem:

When it rains
No one complains
Except Cinderella
Who has no umbrella.

If you check the small print, you’ll see that I NEVER SAID that the photo and the poem would actually have anything to do with each other. I merely said I would pair them together. I believe I’ve lived up to my part of the bargain. Your part is to tolerate my quirkiness and stay on as a faithful reader.

Voila! And in the morning, this post will disappear with a “poof!”

Friday, June 12, 2026 Sir Fatty Frog

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I came across Sir Fatty Frog in the perennial garden the other day – gave me quite a start. He didn’t seem to notice me, so I presume he was thinking froggy thoughts in accordance with the way he was created.

Sir Fatty Frog
Sits on a leaf
(Why not a log?
Ask the frog!)

He’s plump and green,
Sir Fatty Frog
(I’m awfully keen
On that kind of green)

Sir Fatty Frog
Has bulgy eyes
(He’s all agog,
Sir Fatty Frog)

Give glory to God,
Sir Fatty Frog
(Just blink and nod,
He made you odd.)

Dedicated to my friend, Jeannette, who has been asking me to write more whimsical poetry.

Sir Fatty Blog will go on a deletion diet in the morning.

Wednesday, April 8, 2026 The Workshop: Bounding Bunnies Abound

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Alas, I have not made enough progress on the Henri Matisse painting to feature it this week. I will try to console you in your deep (DEEP) disappointment over that by sharing some bunnies with you.

And for good measure, I’ll throw in an impromptu poem:

A bevy of bunnies,
A riddle of rabbits,
A houseful of hares,
Those wascally wabbits!

You’re welcome.

It’s been my habit
To delete my blabit
Before the dawn
Of the rascally rabbit.