Overcoming Fear

I put all my belongings in storage, left my kitties with my daughter, got behind the wheel of an untested truck with $350 in my pocket, and struck out to sights unknown. I drove roads barely wide enough for the truck with drops of 4000 feet. I stayed with total strangers in unknown places. I traveled alone through the rural south with a hatchet for protection. I moved my entire one bedroom apartment in a 6’ trailer attached to that truck, rolling over logging roads etched in the side of a mountain at midnight. I live in on the top of a mountain where the SWAT team has arrested meth dealers, and I sleep with my windows open, and a 12” Bowie on the nightstand. I’ve loaded and unloaded two 6’ foot beds of wood, built a chicken coop, and tilled Georgia clay that’s never been touched. See the fruits of my labor?

What the hell am I afraid of.

pumpkin patch

sunflowers

watermelon and canteloupe patch

City Child

The city child not as enchanted with the wild

As Nana hoped he’d be

The life of chickens, so interesting to me

Elicited a slight chuckle and nothing more

Lettuce from yard to BLT or crisp bean from the vine

To a city teen is boredom galore

The coop presented as palate for prime tagging

Still awaits his urban genius

Even the thrill of white water rafting

Does nothing to move the energy beneath

Ah, but the drive to the gym with a basketball court

Now that seems what his life is made for

Perhaps I will be that mean old grandma

Hide the Xbox cord, and kick him out the door.

Life Flutters - A Small Stone

The hummingbird visited this morning

Hovered at the window

Life flutters

The Sun Rises

The Trifecta challenge: Give us 33-333 words with this as your inspiration: The world will end in three days. 


I am impressed because this has gotten me writing. Good job. 


The Sun Rises

The cats need fed, the dog a walk

On the wild side

The chickens have yet to lay an egg

And, I scramble in the moment

Cilantro has gone to seed while

Pumpkins control the ground

A pepper here, a bean there

Sprouts galore, everywhere

The sun rises bronze and

Sets in amber waves

It all matters not what comes or goes

The world will end in three days.

Poetry manuscript scattered about

Novel started, stopped and lost

Inspiration sweats and drips

In puddles on the parched earth

The deck beckons, as does the bed

Instead, knees and fingernails caked

Cool red Georgia clay soothes the fever

Yet the willing soul bakes

The sun rises bronze and

Sets in amber waves

It all matters not what comes or goes

The world will end in three days.