Entwinded

with thanks to K.A.B.

Entwined

I

all roads lead to Rome...

and on the way to that pilgrimage

whether it is to fame or some other fable -

the threads of our being, from the clothes

that we wear, the emotions that tear...

and slip away to leave the naked thought

are left along the sides of the road

so we can return to where we have been

in some obscure dream filled with symbols

belonging to places we once called home

even if just for one evening to walk

in the barely lit shadowed alley ways

that belonged to some ancient place

that was never mapped, but was well traveled

II

and out of all the yarn that has been

found at yard sales or bought at charity shops

that has been knitted, crocheted or otherwise

tied together to make wearable art  for family

and friends or made into hats and blankets for

newborns or scarves for strangers...

I have never thought to imagine how many miles...

all that string would it equal -

maybe more than enough

to go to (and come back from)

all the places I might

ever have wanted to visit...

III

unraveled life threads

memories built in layers

of when we tied knots

(c)JP/davh

Respectfully : November 11th.

Elfje Quint

Respectfully

service

then and

now, in war

rarely in peacetime, brave

protectors

protectors

of choices

the ability to

make, break and shake

laws

strong,

brave, true,

just, and willing

to spill blood for

freedom

laws

attempting to

guide singular vision

to global expanding populations;

people

people

some strong

some weak - still

need protecting from tyrants -

service!

©JP/davh

One of a Kind : for Mis Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/how-to-boil-water/

One of a Kind

Oh, my - the best recipe I ever made

will most likely lay in wait for a repeat

as I, not a baker who must follow amounts

religiously to attain angelic perfection...

I just putter in the kitchen

The summer veggies from the co-op,

what ever was uprooted, all take a dive

after being unceremoniously peeled and

chopped; potatoes, carrots, leeks, onion,

peppers of all hues

I sometimes use just water boiled or

boxed stock or my homemade brew

to add some hearty flavor - some garlic

or red pepper flakes or if a sauce I’ll

add some nutmeg

There is one dessert though that I

do make just for traditions sake -

and though I’ve read it can be baked,

I still (the only thing I) fry are the shells

for Cannoli

As it is a time consuming endeavor

I tend to only make it every other year -

the last time I made them I even dipped

the shells in melted chocolate - and

added pistachio nuts

While the kitchen is not my favorite room

I do manage to get by - and often I will hear

from my family a wistful sigh because they

know that if they’ve eaten something good

it was most likely one of a kind

©JP/davh

Amber Waves? for We Write Poems 179

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/food-glorious-food-prompt-179-2/

Amber Waves?

All he wanted was a second bowl of gruel.

Depending on what part of the country you are in

it could have been rice, grits or pone

Some like it in the pot nine days old...

leftovers, two three days maybe

and that is stretching it a tad

Miss Muffet enjoy curds with her whey

most folks now just eat some form of yogurt

maybe flavored cottage cheese

Me, I’m not picky - though there are just

some foods I will not eat, guess you

have to be brought up with some foods

like octopus, snails, chicken feet or pigs ears -

Just give me simple grains ground fine

to make some homemade bread

A bunch of fresh veggies to chop in to

a fine large pot, add some spices too -

along with a small stone to tell a story

while you bring potatoes, he brings carrots

and maybe she brings some string beans -

We’ll share in a feast thankful for friends

Maybe one day there will be enough food

for everyone - no empty bellies off to bed -

All he wanted was a second bowl of gruel

©JP/davh

It's as Plain as the Nose... A Miz Q series prompt

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/the-reformation/

Change the poem’s form. (Point of View Series #5

It’s as Plain as the Nose...

mother mature has a habit

of messing up our plans

changing weather

unexpectedly

blowing

grains

of

sand

in our eyes

while we sleep

steaming our passions

yet weakening our resolve

I won’t, I won’t the cry

of a tantrum rings -

draws us back to memories

of defining wants and needs

...I went to went to the edge

It’s mine, I don’t want to share

I’ll pout all day and I won't care

if my faces freezes like this it will be your fault!

...It is always a fine balance

hormones rage, and men just want to escape

the house, their home, especially when filled with

only women. don’t kid yourself men have moods too!

...Living day to day with nature

and so it goes with the windows open wide

everyone listening to everyone elses business

and the rumors fly of who, and how

everyone forgetting the basic element of why

and yet the next day when the sunshines

who are the first to run to gossips hungry fence...

...It’s the neighbors

©JP/davh

10.17.13

Fruitful

http://themirrorobscura.com/2013/10/16/low-moon/

fruitful

 not

alone...

would all

 the poets

  please come

     out  of hiding

       meet at the hill

           under the silver

              banana moon and

                 dance  for joy, saying

                    nothing and being poetic

                            just the same. let them

                                    call us by colorful words

                                          we know the unspoken truth   ___

                                                < banana moons are tasty and >

                                                             < \ very appealing / >    

 ©JP/davh

Hot Under the Collar : for Miz Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/rhinestones/

Change the emotional temperature.

(Point of view series 4)

Hot Under the Collar

Mother went to the edge...

I can only wonder

if she ever did stay on any

straight path long enough to reach its end

It is always a fine balance...

wanting to be friends with

yourself, your children,

thinking how spiffy and wonderful it is to

keep up with or be better than the blasted ‘Joneses’  

Living day to day with nature...

whose idea was it to plow land

to reap harvests after

taking the land that

belonged to all things wild and free

And the neighbors...

what right have they to judge

how anyone else sets their table

or which foreign or domestic car is better suited

to fit into this particular slice of suburbia

it doesn't matter who has this or that

it should only matter that we actually give a damn

especially about each other, especially now!

_________________________________

/........just how parallel are our lives?......../

/.......we are all trying to be survivors!....../

/.....on this one little spinning blue ball....../

/so, you want a medal just for breathing?/

©JP/davh