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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / desk 4 on: February 15, 2019, 06:58:30 PM
On the desk thereís a lamp
A forty watt bulb
Enough of a glow
For reading you know.

A lamp with a neck
Curved like a goose
Shine on the spot
That might have some work.

The lamp switch clicks
From twist of the wrist
Off for the evening
Slide back in the chair.

The desk drawers closed
The papers arranged
Thatís enough work
for this or that day.

Iíve camped in the cubby
At the graduate library
Iíve sat in an office
Night and day.

Lamp off in the evening
And on to the kitchen
Seems powerful civil
Or clean civilized.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fox 3 on: February 15, 2019, 06:52:01 PM
Itís the grapes they say
Hung in a bunch
The wild fox grapes
For the fox lunch.

The grapes too high
Hung up there
For a fox leap
In the air.

Leap and leap, the owl watching
Foxís feet raising dust
Leap and leap for high hung grape
Bead-like fox grapes on a long vine.

Grape the sparrow has left alone
Left to hang in the fall
Grapes that need a frosty freeze
To even sweeten at all.

Iíve tasted just once
The wild persimmon
Itís true, itís true
It turns you mouth inside out.

They rot on the ground
No takers
A fruit too powerful
For even Eveís son.

Leap and leap for the unsweetened grape
Leap and jump into a tale
When you give up, youíll be right
Those grapes really are sour.


3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / roller coaster 3 on: February 15, 2019, 06:39:55 PM
Weymouth Waterford Williams walked the midway
Cotton candy in one fist, the other in his maidís
Weymouth Waterford Williams had come to ride the rides
His size was against him his maid gently sighed.

The bumper cars, the tilt-a-whirl, the ferris wheel so high
All had height restrictions, you must be this high
Weymouth Waterford Williams was a dapper little tyke
But little was operative, no matter how much style.

The roller coaster was the worst of it, ten feet you must be
To ride the ride of rushing sky, so it seemed to him.

Weymouth Waterford Williams was a midway disappointee
Yet his maid swung him in the air for all the world to see
Weymouth Waterford Williams got his ride that day
Swung in the air by both fists by his twirling maid.

4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / comb 3 on: February 15, 2019, 06:28:13 PM
Scratch the scalp, the bedhead itch
Where pillow and hair nested
Scratch the scalp with teeth of comb
The hair loosened, skin reviving.

Itch in the head more than the feet
Behind ear or over brow
Rub and scratch, riffle with comb
Add itches under a beard.

This is why puppies stretch and yawn
And fall down scratching their ears
Itís the purpose of fur to tug the skin
Scalp hair gets just the same itches.

Ancient bone comb, the archaeological record
Of itches and straightening rituals
Hair pins in a cave of ancient days
The accoutrements of being human.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / baseball hat 3 on: February 15, 2019, 06:18:47 PM
Sweat in the brim, the outfield sun
Hot, hot August afternoon
Sweat down the back, cicadas whine
In the trees lining the ballfield.

Dust in the infield, second base slide
A base stolen in anger
Adjust in, the second base hole
Now emptier, ready for batting.

Dust rises higher, a thermal perhaps
Gives a view now of the plate
Dip the hat brim below dust shimmer
The line drive right to the glove.

The second base lead is arrogant
Turn the easy double play
Steals a base, loose a base runner
The dust rises again.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / wind 2 on: February 15, 2019, 06:11:22 PM
When the wind blows for your brother
Out upon the sea
Foams up the wave crests
To an army burial.

When chaos builds an order
as regular as rows
Marching, marching, marching
Out upon the sea.

When the wind blows for your brother
Whips away the battle smoke
Each mortar puff
Tearing from its bloom.

When orders are followed
Beyond all hearing
The wind a silent blowing
Ripping at the flag.

When the wind blows for your brother
It blows around the world
Blows to where you stand
In the breeze.

When peaceful in the sunlight
Washed of battle songs
Wind bears your brother
Silent back to you.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / dreamcatcher 2 on: February 15, 2019, 06:01:40 PM
In the back office the counselor
Brushes away the crumbs
Of a sandwich built on bread
Maybe a little stale.

The next appointment enters
Slouches to the chair
A cloud of Idonknow
Fills the air.

Asking about aptitude
Interests, hobbies
Computer games
Like so many others.

Mention the Army
But there was a problem
In ROTC, a problem
And dislike of authority.

What is there to work with
What is there to guide
A life so without purpose
A life without a dream.

So make a little small talk
Mention stale bread
How crumbs on the desk
Were a problem.

Thereís a little spark
Baking fresh is something to do
Maybe a little dream
To feed to a culinary school.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / key 2 on: February 15, 2019, 05:52:24 PM
Sunlight pours through a keyhole in the sky
A beam of clear brightness in the grey
Soggy trees drip a saturating rain
They glisten out of sight on the far side of the hill.

Unlock the sky, let clouds disperse
Open wide wide to the blue
From this single beam, unlock the opening
Key of sunlight to sunlit open sky.

Coyotes cry at night for the climbing Moon
Another chink of sunlight into the world
Light is the key to unlock the canine heart
The moonlight reflecting the Sun.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / flag 3 on: February 15, 2019, 05:44:18 PM
In peopleís homes around this land
Youíll find a trifolded flag
Ten stars showing against the blue
The burial shroud kept in a case.

Youíll see it while visiting
Maybe with kids on Halloween
A glimpse through the door on a shelf
The ten stars on the triangle.

Nothing to say, just a sunken gut
The soldier lost for liberty
No more at table come Christmas time
No grandchildren along that line.

So teach your children to be polite
To say thank you and to smile
Someone may dream of might-have-beens
And get a sad joy on Halloween.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / coffee 2 on: February 15, 2019, 05:34:08 PM
Coffee with cream, coffee steam
Cup warm under the nose
Inhale a breath over the cup
First sip, protecting the tongue.

Lips on hot coffee, mix it with air
The sip made into a slurp
Tongue tip withdrawn from first drops
The coffee cooled by being a mist.

How the mug is hot in the hands
In the air of a chill morning
How the sunlight shines in the eyes
Rising from the low angle.

This day has promise the cup promises
The heat reduced for a swig
This day has promise the coffee says
Today may see something big.

Swallow the coffee, tip back the last drop
As cares and concerns settle in
Now for the chores, now for the day
Where Sun and cup shouted begin.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA 3 on: February 05, 2019, 06:48:58 PM
Down to defeat, the Dodgers, the Rams
Boston drubs them twice
Remember the Red Sox, the Patriots
Forget soon who they played.

Lala land, the land of forgetting
The Dodgers are a Brooklyn team
That we remember, thatís history
Now just a name in the national league.

Lala land, the sun burned sidewalks
Where a singer might have to sing Dixie
To a drunk dying alone on the pavement
The dreamerís last dreaming city.

Dying for permanence in Hollywood
Stars in the sidewalk they crave
Games of pretend, the cinema life
For concrete in stars to step on.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / umbrella 3 on: February 05, 2019, 06:38:03 PM
Water streams in the foyer
Down pointed umbrella
Draws a line of dots
The dripping sodden entrance.

Off now to the coat check
The numbered chip in hand
Coat, umbrella, stowed way
Free of the facility.

The bathroom has an attendant
Offering hand towels
Docent offers knowledge
By marble thick columns.

Out of rain into space
Severe but somehow public
Ages away from today
The ancient museum.

Once from Ur a family fled
After a great rain
Not just umbrellas on that day
Before stones came down here.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / radiator 2 on: February 05, 2019, 06:30:36 PM
Waste heat, wasted breath
Dogs pant, damned fool sweats
Bugs of the swarm have to guess
Which to bite, which to bless.

Shine without light, glow not red
Low grade fever, nothing yet
Burnt in the past, shy in the Spring
Drink of cool water frees nothing.

Watch at the window, tick the time
You think itís yours, I know itís mine
Iíve got the heat, youíve got the fool
No fireplace should seat a stone stool.

Ainít that the curse, ainít that the truth
Bugs swarm close, dogs stay out
Immersed in the rain, run like the Sun
Washed body curls down like a stone.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fish 2 on: February 05, 2019, 06:21:46 PM
Slim in the water, fins contemplate
Morning pool, morning Sun
Bicycle bridge, bicycle path
Stand still, gaze into the stream.

Morning brings the shifting Sun
Shadow of treetops drift along
Cross the stream,dazzle the pool
Bright yellow pollen defines the surface.

Water skippers make their ripples
Flow is slow in this place
Slim fish, spawn of bass
Feels the Sun in the water below.

Contemplate pollen, contemplate Sun
Bridge rail holding the weight
Gaze in the water, count small fish
Morning sunlight reflects on the stream.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / leaves 2 on: February 05, 2019, 06:13:16 PM
Magnolia now and holly
Broadleaf evergreens
Spots in the bare woods, the holly trees
Rhododendron close by walls.

These are the leaves of Winter
And needles of pine and fir
A place to hide for sparrows
Though bracken does them well.

On a cold cold day a hawk perches low
Feathers formed in a ball
Face to face I talk to him
Of Winterís bitter cold.

Magnolia leaves keep their shine
For a while when they fall
Glisten on earth, a fallen hawk
Until the weather shifts.

Holly shows a red berry
Just the female tree
Prepare the wood for daffodils
The yellow burst of Spring.

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