Archive Troubles Mixed With Sunshine 'Yuck!

It seems I've been having some problems with my archives. All you get when you click on an archive link is an error message. (I think I messed it up while playing around with my template.) While my wonderful husband works to figure this out I have changed the settings so all my posts show on the main page of the blog. I hope this doesn't change your load time for the page at all. But for anyone who has been curious about my past posts, now you have they chance to read them.
It was kinda funny, I was thinking about writing a post about the rain, but I knew I had written one about rain in the past (in 2003) and I wanted to be sure I wasn't repeating myself. That post I wrote back then was about how it was raining at the time and how I love the rain. So, this post will have a bit of a different feel.

I looked it up. Today is the 130th day without any trace of measurable precipitation here in Phoenix. That means the last time we had any rain or any sprinkle was back in October. December and January are supposed to be rainy months here. (As rainy as it gets when you get less that 8" of rain a year.) There have been a few windy days here and there which has helped but not often enough. Overall it has been sunny, wonderful temperatures and all in all beautiful weather. I am beginning to strongly believe there is such thing as too much beautiful weather. I know, this is a pretty minor complaint. I could go on about being in a drought and worrying about having enough water, or worrying that with the extra dry conditions the state is set up for a disastrous fire season. But, my pet-peave right now really is the sunny 75 degree days. I want a cold wet foggy day! Just one or two or maybe a week is enough. I know I can't be the only one who is tired of the pleasantness. I know I can't be the only one who gets irritated with the lack of change. Maybe that is really what this is about for me. I need change on occassion and 130 days of practically the same weather is like watching the same Clifford episode with my daughter all week. It just doesn't happen, the TV can be turned off, unlike the sunshine.

My Kids

I finally have current pictures of all of my kids.
I happen to think they are pretty amazing.
Here are links to see them if you want.


Heather age 9 (photo is from 9/2005)

Dale age 7 (photo is from fall 9/2005)

Deborah age 5 (photo is from 9/2005)

Robert age 18 mo. (photo is from 11/2005)

Brandon age 7 mo. (photo is fron 1/2006)


Family members who would like copies please email me what size:

oshee@oshee.com

Writing Class Revisited

Tonight I completed my sixth week in my creative writing class. I am really happy I decided to start writing again. I really like the teacher. She is a published writer and an artist who has done illustrating for children's books. Her name is Laura White Schuett. She won an award at the Arizona Watercolor Association (I found this by googling her). I really appreciate the unique spirit she brings to the class.

She challenged me to write a sestina this past week. I finally spit it out this afternoon right before class. I think I had been over-thinking it. A sestina is a six stanza poem. The final word of each line in the first stanza are then rearranged and used as the last words of each line in the following stanzas. I am going to put my attempt at the end of this post so you will what I mean in this explanation. It was a challenge to write. I feel very proud of myself for having stretched myself during the class. I have taken most every opportunity provided so far to see what I can do with words. Thank you to everyone who has shared comments on my work. Oh, and what happens in the poem is based on an actual event, but then I take it further play with what 'could' have happened, not with what did happen. (I include this for the other family members at the lake that day...I know I am taking tons of poetic license. )



We trudged after the children.
They sprinted ahead to the water.
Calling for us to follow
Poles in hand.
They were already casting out
By the time we caught up.

I sat in the grass and leaned up
Against a tree. While the children
Listened to Uncle Paul. They peered out
And looked at the water.
He pointed where the fish waited for hand-
Outs. He showed two examples to follow.

First, he cast with perfect follow-
Through. Then he reeled it back up.
Second, he flipped the pole with his hand
The lizard lure flew over the children's
Heads and landed precisely in the water.
How to copy that, the kids had to find out.

Now the kids' turn to cast out .
My son was determined not to follow
His uncle's advice and fell into the water.
We all laughed as he sat up
Drenched from ear to foot. The children
Offered help and reached out their hands.

My angry son wanted only his uncle's hand.
Hiding a smile Paul lifted the boy out,
Dripping and embarrassed. The children
Fished again. My son, now, followed
Directions. He carefully cast high up
And out. His lure did not reach the water.

His lizard caught in a tree over the water.
Uncle Paul was again there to lend a hand.
Holding onto a branch he reached up
And fell down into the water. "Help me out!"
He shouted. But we were unwilling to follow.
We sat and laughed like children.

Continuing Olympic Coverage (for 2/22)

I know I haven't done that well with my updates. But I happen to believe that nobody is coming to my blog for the updates. For my own curiosities and thought it will be fun to remember later I am going to update what's going on!

Canada rocked in Women's Speed Skating 1500m. They took both gold and silver.
Canada in general is having a great olympics!
Canada also took gold today in Women's Sprint in Cross-Country Skiing.
I got it. Canada's women rock!

Sadly USA didn't get any medals today.

I was proud of those USA Women winning bronze in Ice Hockey.
And I was proud of Belbin and Agosto who got Silver in Ice Dancing. USA hadn't received an Ice Dancing medal in 30 years.
I am hoping the American Men can recover and beat Britian in curling for the bronze. (Those canadians beat them in the semifinals)

Now for the top five countries in medals:

Germany leads with 9g 8s 5b
Then Austria with 8g 6s 5b
USA is tied at 18 total with Canada and Norway
USA 7g 7s 4b
Canada 5g 8s 5b
Norway 2g 8s 8b

I have class tomorrow night so I will likely miss the women's figure skating finals. But NBC replays it after midnight and as you can tell I am usually awake still.
Now, back to that sestina.

Funny

I went looking for something to laugh at this evening. I came across this picture. It made me smile..and then rub my nose. I've been wrinkling and rubbing my nose since. So, I thought I'd share! ☺☺☺☺☺

This was supposed to be about my Lasik eye surgery, but is really about the beach

About 7 1/2 years ago I had Lasik eye surgery. I went from severely nearsighted to very slightly nearsighted. It was freedom! I could get up in the middle of the night with a crying baby and not have to search in my foggy sleep stupor for where I place the glasses on my headboard. Freedom meant I could swim and actually see where I was headed in the water. (There is a story of getting lost on the beach here. . .
When I was 13 years-old I went with a church group to southern California. We went to Sea World, Disneyland and the beach. It had been a great trip! There were 20+ girls there and the final full day of the adventure was spent at the beach. We got there early and set up our towels and bags in several small bunchings. There was a huge red flag set up to separate the regular beach goers away from the rougher waters and riptides. (Being from the desert I didn't fully understand what this meant). There were surfers out on the other side of the red flag and we watched them for awhile and then all headed into the water ourselves on the 'safe' side of the water. This was my first experience with boogie-boarding and we were having a blast! I had left my glasses up with my bag and towel on the beach. So, after going out to catch a wave to boogie in on I would look (well mostly listen) for my friends and rejoin them on the beach. I went out to get another wave and I ended up further out than I had planned. I lay, stomach-down, on that boogie-board and kicked to come back to shore. Now, I wasn't kicking all that hard and didn't think for an instance that anything was wrong. I was still just waiting for that wave to pull me in. Suddenly, next to the board an amazingly gorgeous blond head popped up out of the water. A lifeguard had come to save me! I didn't even realize I needed saving. He told me that the riptide had changed and he would pull me into the shore. I never realized I was in any danger, or even caught up in a strong current. But apparently I had been pulled quite a ways north from where I had entered the water. The lifeguard failed to mention this. He probably thought I knew how far I had been gently pulled. But I couldn't see. I didn't even know there was a lifeguard coming until he poked up next to my boogie-board. He was so cute, I was rather speechless. Me speechless at 13 was a rather rare thing indeed. So he pulled me to shore and I, blushing from embarrassment of having been rescued, ran off toward the other side of that red flag where my group had camped out. I couldn't find anyone. I strained my ears to find a familiar voice. I squinted in the bright sun to try to make out anyone that might be familiar. I walked up the beach. I walked up the beach further. I stayed right by the waters edge, knowing if I wandered into the throng of people who arrived I would become completely disoriented. (Of course, I really was already completely lost) The funniest thing is that I never felt really afraid. I think my partial blindness gave me a sense of anonymity. As if everyone I passed only saw me as well as I saw them. Which meant, I was hardly there at all. So I looked and looked up the beach and then back down the beach. There were so many people and as I grew completely exhausted from walking up and down the beach, dragging the boogie-board, I wondered what had happened to all those people I knew. Then I was found. A couple of the other 13 year old girls found me. Talking over each other, they told me all about how everyone was terribly worried about me. How they had talked with the lifeguard who had rescued me. How everyone had split into teams and was wandering the beach to find me. I felt horrible. Immediately my sense of anonymity was shattered and I was sure I had destroyed everyone's afternoon at the beach. So, again, embarrassment silenced me. I was brought back to the group and I dug my glasses from my bag. Look around I was startled to realize I was nowhere near where we had set up camp at first arriving. Apparently, tides and currents change. They had moved my 'find my stuff marker', that huge red flag. No wonder I couldn't find anyone! It wasn't my fault at all. Parking lots always have huge signs to tell you where you parked your car. To my fuzzy eyes that flag had been the perfect marker to find my towel again. Riptides were not my friend that day.

How funny to get drawn into telling that story. When I started typing this post I was going to complain about how I have to wear glasses again. It seems my eyes have developed astigmatisms which makes reading a computer screen difficult. So, about a month ago I relented and got some glasses. Now, when I don't wear the glasses I end up leaning in to see everything I am writing. I didn't used to do that. I think my eyes are so happy I got them some clarity, they rebel against doing things without it. So, I got sucked into telling that long story, and I, without said glasses, find my neck aching a bit as I am leaning into my monitor to see this.

I am so silly sometimes.

Sleepy Me and the Need to Blog

Happy President's Day!

What a silly, washed out holiday. At one time I am sure the day meant more then just a three day weekend. But now, it just means the kids don't have to go to school and my husband doesn't have to go to work. And so I slept in. Course that usually makes for a great holiday. Except, I am still terribly tired. I have been having the hardest time keeping my eyes open.
This isn't good. I have a lot of homework waiting for my completion. Falling asleep on the keyboard isn't going to create a masterful sestina (type of peom with repeating word scheme). I was thinking that I should have completed all this work over the weekend. I was about to get after myself for procrastinating, but then I remembered I was very busy with very worthwhile things all weekend. Maybe that is why I am so tired. I was so busy, I realized I didn't post anything to my blog. So, I thought, 'I can't let that my blog go unattended'. Which means, I am sitting here with my 21 mo. old son on my lap, typing this really pointless entry onto my blog. And the sestina continues to wait. After all, isn't a blog so much more important?

Olympics

So sad...
Snowboarder Lindsey Jacobellis wasn't just winning the Women's Snowboard Cross, she was so far ahead the next closest snowboarder (Tanja Frieden, Switzerland) couldn't be seen behind the hills. Then, Lindsey showboats. Shows off in front of the grandstand seating. And...she falls. Now, granted making flashy grabs is common in this event and other snowboarding events. But, it cost her the gold medal and has made her appear rather silly. Hindsight is clearer yes...but hopefully she will wear these hindsight goggles in future events. So sad. I wonder what endorsement deals she lost by only getting the silver medal.


And again..so sad...
the USA has dropped to fifth in the medal ratings. I suppose this can't be too surprising. I think a lot more emphasis is place upon the summer events.

Here are the medal totals for the top five up to this point:

Norway leads with 1g 5s 13b
Germany is next with 5g 4s 2b
Then Russia has 5g 2s 4b
Then Canada surges to 2g 4s 5b
Finally USA sits at 6g 3s 1b

Regardless who is winning, I am enjoying the Olympics very much.
Did you see Italy win the Men's Team Pursuit (Speed Skating team event)?
It was so wonderful to see them do so well. The crowd in attendance went nuts. They played the reaction of the Italian announcers, and it was exhilarating! It turns out one of the announcers is the father of one of the skaters. No wonder the emotion flooded over. That was a great moment.

Olympics of course

Oh, I almost forgot to do my Olympics update. Hey, I know most people could get better info than on my little blog. But I figure months from now, I'll get to explore my Olympics comments and relive how fun it all was. Two years is a long time to go through Olympics withdrawal.

Today the USA snowboards showed again that it should be the national winter sport!
Seth Wescott won the gold in Men's Snowboard Cross. Snowboard Cross is a bit like dirtbike racing. Four racers go around the course jockeying for position. It can get a bit rough. Falls are pretty common. A lot of fun to watch! I missed seeing the competition tonight because I was at class, but I saw it in the last X-games. Someday, I will learn to snowboard.
Here is GREAT link showing some of the pictures of the competition. It gives you a good idea of what happens in the race.

Snowboarding Slideshow

And just and FYI..my baby is feeling a lot better today. Soccer practice began today for the girls so I am grateful we were all able to attend ok.

I've Added a Profile Pic

I have decided to give my profile a picture. I am thinking of asking my brother, who has his own site (VRCOMIC.COM) (I've mentioned it before)... anyway, I am thinking of asking him to draw a caricature of me. It could end up being a lot of fun.

Back to commenting on my choice of pictures for my profile. I really like where I live. Sure it is a huge city that is sprawling and smoggy sometimes. But I love it! I really love the sunsets and the desert. It is a unique place to live. A place to enjoy the winter's incredibly wonderful weather and a place in the summer to share horror stories. "What were you doing on June 26, 1990?" "It was the hottest day ever here! 122ºF!" "I heard you can fry an egg on the sidewalk" "I heard there was this lady who walked out barefoot to get her mail and ended up in the emergency room." "No sunshade for your car? You are going to get good at driving with one fingernail." We here take pride in the stiffling heat. I bet people who live where it snows dozens of feet each winter take pride in the smothering snowfall they get sometimes. After all, when you do something well, even if you only have nature to thank, it's pretty cool (or hot in this case).

I like Phoenix and I find it is a great place to live. So, I am sharing the Phoenix skyline as my profile picture for the time being. Isn't it a great sunset?

Critiquing Poems & Olympic Update

Well Done Toby Dawson! He got a bronze medal in Mogul's today. USA's first Bronze of the games. Canada got a bronze in women's short track, yay Canada. Tomorrow, I am looking forward to Snowboard Cross. It is a new event for the Olympics and should be fun to watch.

I know for sure now, critiquing someone else's work..when I know I am going to have to see them for the next ten weeks, is a tought thing to do. One of the guy's poems aren't very good..and I have to figure out how to point out specific things that don't work. It is a bit like going to the dentist and then being asked how the dentist can improve giving a filling. Sedation poetry critiquing has yet to be invented.

Some fun news! My baby finally has his first tooth. He is 7 mo old today! Now, I know he isn't so old to be getting a first tooth...it is just that this tooth has been pushing for over a month. It is nice to know it won't be causing him to scream and get mad any more. Only 19 more baby teeth to go! Plus, he is sick..was running a fever this afternoon and has a runny nose. Poor baby. He's drugged up on decongestant and tylenol now and is able to rest.

Yay for Ted Ligety, making up for Bode Miller's continued overexpectation, and overhype. Ted Ligety won Gold for the USA in the Alpine Combined event today. That was USA's only new medal.

On another note, I have to critique poems for my Creative writing course. I am dreading this. It is hard enough to reread my own work and figure out how it would work better. What if I am horribly off base as to what would improve their work? Plus, there is that gradeschool feeling I will admit to. The feeling of "the won't like me anymore if I am not always nice". Silly, I know. So, I keep putting off the work. Which isn't good. My time will be limited until class on Thursday. And more than anything, the people do deserve me to do my best. So, I think I will ...go suffer through a bit of it.

Valentine's Day was nice. Went to lunch with my husband. Helped out at the kid's school during the Valentine's parties. My mom stopped by to share Valentines with the kids. All in all a happy day .

Hmm...I've been all over the place in this post. I haven't been writing all week. We start creative non-fiction work next week. That might end up being a bit long to post here. I am finding I like being able to revisit my thoughts about my work at the time I posted it. It is helping me return to what my purpose was with some of the poems.

Happy Valentine's Day

Good Morning and Happy Valentinte's Day!
My children Love Valentine's Day. They all made up their Valentine Cards for their class parties last night. They carefully chose a little card for each classmate based on what they knew or felt for that person. Which I thought a little silly since the cards all looked pretty similar. But they seemed to think they knew what slight difference in card choice would make each friend happiest.
I think that is really a rather special thought. Even though the attention will be completely lost as their friends sift through the pile of Valentines on their desks. The care was taken in the giving.
I think maybe there is a lesson there. Even with the small things we give, if we give our best, give our attention to who the person is and what their needs are, we will know we've done our best to love them. There is satisfaction in loving someone the best you can. And they will ultimately know we care, whether or not they realize the details.
My husband is washing dishes for me. See, he knows me. He knows washing the dishes (our dishwasher hasn't worked for some time) will mean more to me than a box of chocolates. And mean just about as much as diamond earrings (which I know we can't afford so he'd be in truoble if he bought them anyway), So, maybe the perfect gift isn't a Lexus or a Rolex, but showing the other you really know them and their needs.

More Olympics

I am really enjoying the Olympics. USA snowboarders have really been dominant.
It is a bummer that Michelle Kwan had to pull out of the competition but I am proud of her to acknowloging her own weakness. That is a tough thing to do. As promised for those that care I am including the current medal standings. Now back to the Olympics.


Norway 1 g 3 s 4 b
Russia 3 g 3 s 1 b
USA 4 g 2 s 0 b
Germany 2 g 0 s 1 b
Netherlands 1 g 2 s 0 b
Italy 1 g 0s 2 b
China 0g 1 s 2 b
S. Korea 1g 1s 1 b

(8 more countries with 2 or 1 metals for a complete list see NBColympics.com)

Complicating Normality

Sometimes I get overwhelmed and stressed.
I know I am not alone in this.
Today once I started doing something about the stresses, suddenly I felt better. Which I am sure is not shocking to anyone. Why is it tho I tend to continually forget that the answer is usually right there in front of me? Action helps all sorts of ailments.
Sorta like this joke:


An auto mechanic received a repair order that said to check for a clunking noise when going around corners.
He took the car out for a test drive and made two right turns, each time hearing a loud clunk.
Back at the shop, he returned the car to the service manager with this note: "Removed bowling ball from trunk."


I think I need to take the time to look in my trunk more often. Probably will help my problems seem a bit more straight forward.

Olympics coverage has ended for the night. Off to bed!

Olympics (the first of many Olympics posts)

Hey, I am so excited it is Olympics time again! I LOVE the Olympics. It doesn't matter that some are sports I would probably not spend the time to watch otherwise (can you say Curling?) but when it is the Olympics I will sit through hours upon hours of it. I will watch and get teary eyed at each and every medal ceremony whether or not the USA won anything. I even enjoy those sappy contrived stories NBC will show about the athletes. I love caring about people I don't know! I admit it. NBC has me in the palm of their hands for the next two weeks. (I even sat through the ENTIRE opening ceremonies. And I didn't get the whole part with the cows either.) I loved the opening ceremonies. The parade of nations is the very best part. I love those tiny countries that send only one or two athletes. What an amazing experience for all of them. I love that one lady from the Virgin Islands, they call her Grandma Luge. She is 52 years old and has been competing in the luge since 1988 for the U.S. Virgin Islands. She has such a fun story! She even has her own web site. You ought to check her out.
Grandma Luge
Anyway, if I don't post as much the next two weeks, you will know. Instead of sitting at my computer late into the night, working on homework, I am up watching all I can get of that Olympic coverage! You can join me too:
OLYMPICS IN TORINO
And if you aren't such a fan...I'll keep you up on the medal count.

As of this posting:

Norway leads with 0G 2S 2B
Germany 2G 0S 0B
Canada 1G 0S 0B
USA 1G 0S 0B
Austria 0G 1S 0B


The one medalist from the USA was in the 5000 meter speed skate. Chad Hendrick was the favorite to win. So good that he could push through all the expectations and still do it!

Emily Dickinson

I have always really enjoyed the poetry of Emily Dickinson. She had a very simple way of expressing rather complex things. She said once "I find ecstasy in living". I like that alot. You might enjoy spending sometime walking in her steps. If so here is a link to a complete collection of her works.

Emily Dickinson

Here one her poems. It is one of my favorites.


I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!


She didn't title her poems, so they are usually listed under the first line.
I understand this. I find titling poetry a difficult thing.

A sleepless nights diversion from poetry

I was thinking about something last night as I tried to get my little boy to go back to sleep. I was thinking about the power of choices. We each have the ability to choose how we will react to things, but I suppose we don't always have the choice about how we feel about something. Not that immediate emotional response anyway. So, where does our responsibility for self-control begin and end? Am I in charge of those initial emotional responses too and I just don't realize it? I think I've been living through those quick responses lately. Failing to take the time to truly consider what my motivations are and what they 'should' be.
I've spent considerable time in my life ignoring the 'shoulds'. Those have been times of extreme regret too. Mostly because I even considered what was the right choice in the circumstances and went with what felt good anyway. So of course things ended up feeling awful in the end.
I know I am full of vaguery today, but it is a rather abstract idea. How responsible for our initial emotional responses are we? Am I less responsible if I am exhausted and the kid has been crying for hours?
Maybe what it really comes down to is pride. Pride in accomplishment is good. But being prideful is not. It puts me in a position of feeling superior to another. Isn't that funny. With our families we will spend all the time and energy in the world being proud of each others accomplishments, but when things get rough, we also will spend all the time and energy refusing to admit we were wrong.
There was a phrase on the show "House" last night. The main character of the show is a grumpy, arrogant doctor who while is a brilliant physician, does little to aid people on an emotional level. At the end of the show after he has made a difficult decision, he is told by a friend that being miserable doesn't make him better than anyone. I turned to my husband and said that there is an arrogance in misery isn't there. Thinking further I am settling into the idea. That when I am miserable, especially when truly depressed, everything else stops mattering. There is an arrogance in that isn't there. That my misery, my depression, my blackness, is more important than anything else in that moment. Don't get me wrong, I know depression can be an extremely debilitating thing that you cannot just think positively to get through. I suppose my feelings about depression only complicates further the idea of personal responsibility of emotional responses.
So here I am at the end of my post with no more answer to my questions then when I began. If anything I've even further confounded the thought by bringing in the idea of mood disorders and depression. Ugh!

Yay! More Poetry! Check Out VRCOMIC.COM too!

Hey, I'm Back! Before anything else I want to let you know about my brother's site. It is:

www.vrcomic.com

He draws a weekly comic and shares a bit of himself too. I really like his site.
Be sure to follow his link to vote for his site at TopWebComics.


Now back to my poetry!
I've been doing some revision. Poetry is due this week, so a-editting I will go.
I have two poems. The first is a reworking of a prose paragraph I wrote earlier. I think it has turned into a half-decent poem anyway. The second is supposed to give you a strong feeling of ....something in my life. Let's see what you think it's about.


Poem 1 (I am realizing I am not so good at titles yet)

Your father and I planned a trip
To Disneyland
To pretend to be newlyweds.
We’d been planning this trip for a long time.
Ten years.
We’ve longed to strap ourselves into those twisty, curvy rides.
Wanted to blow kisses to pirates,
Pose with Pluto,
Spin on the tea cups,
Pretend I am a Princess
Your dad my Prince Charming.
He’d kiss me in the castle.
Explore treasure islands,
Wander into the future,
Escape into our childhoods.
Tantalizing, innocent excitement
Waited for us.
My handsome boy
We didn’t go to Disneyland.
We instead were given
An extraordinary gift.
We were given you.
We’ve started planning again
Your father and I
A new trip to Disneyland.
To see you pose with Pluto,
To spin with you on those tea cups,
To kiss you in the castle.
As we wander into our future
We will explore your childhood.
It is just waiting for us.


Poem 2 (see this title needs some work too)

Black and brown finger smudges
Stand out against the white paint
A bright red and green coloring page
Lays crumpled beneath the right front tire.
Dusty junk mail sprawls on the dash
Open bills in the cup holder.
Straw wrappers snake around
The three video tapes littering the floor
Permanent impressions of safety seats
Burrow into the leather captain’s chairs.
A decaying banana peal hides under the back bench
The milk in a sippy cup curdles nearer the front.
My attention is on the children
They climb and crawl into the seats.
The van rushes down the road
My eyes on the clock as much as the drive.
The school bell sounds loudly
My children sneak through the closing gate.
A moment to pause and enjoy
A deep calming breath
Then the baby whimpers softly
And is crying loudly by our arrival home.

Poetry will be over soon enough..

I am in another room
Yet, he touches me.
I feel his tiny warmth
Wrap solidly around my heart.
The tingling vibrations
Flow over my body;
And my spirit soars.

He cannot walk
Yet, he lifts and carries me.
Through the door,
He Pulls me to him.
I wrap him in my arms
Lift him to my ear;
And his laughter fills me.


This one is an assignment to describe something using a different sense than usual. Such as the color of music, the taste of success..something like that. I chose to describe the feel of my baby's laughter. Which I hope you figured out already

A Silly Poem (I can be silly!)

Cheesy-locks


You may think me silly
For living in a house of bears.
They like porridge not mice
And the little one always shares.

T’was as good as could be
Then came that girl with hair like cheese
The bears were not at home
She knocked and came in from the trees.

She ate baby’s porridge,
Licked the spoon, the bowl and table.
She yawned, stretched and smiled
Then went out a bit unstable

I watched her try each chair.
Wondered why she was so picky.
She chose baby’s rocker
And didn’t mind it was sticky.

She rocked and laughed with glee
Until down the rocking chair crashed
Cheese hair flew all over
As onto the floor her head bashed

I ran quickly to see
She moaned sickly then sat up slow
She looked at the sad chair
Then struggled to her feet to go

Then she spied me nearby
She screamed and hurried up the stairs.
I followed to each room
Entranced by flying cheesy hairs

Finally, she lay down
Baby’s bed so comfy and soft
She then peacefully dozed
And I crept into the loft.

Her yellow hair so sweet
Splayed out across the little bed
I had to have a taste
Of that cheese feast I would be fed!

I sniffed and nuzzled first
I would enhance each sensation
Wrapping it around me
Trembling from the temptation.

Then I took a first taste
The long anticipated pleasure.
I gagged and gasped and choked.
That yellow hair was no treasure

So when the bears returned
She flew out faster than a sneeze
I was glad she was gone
Because golden locks are NOT cheese



Isn't is silly??? I hope it is as much fun to read as it was to write!
Maybe I should give this poetry thing another chance..