APRIL and POETRY MONTH....Day 8

 

I’m not giving the time today.  Let’s just say it’s early morning. 

Yesterday I wrote about love in one of my poems. The other I’m still having issues on being invisible. 

I think perhaps I’ve exhausted my invisible pieces; but who knows something can trigger me off again; could happen today. 

Yesterday I posted on my Facebook page a poem I wrote in 2020 for National Beer Day.  Funny this year I did not write one yet.  I might do so if I think about it; but need a beer if I do.   Funny poor excuse to crack one open isn’t it. Hey if it works, it works. 

Terry’s word yesterday was BLOSSOMS. I did an acrostic about orange blossoms.  They trigger my allergies during blooming season.  I created the piece from true experiences.  I enjoy driving past an orange grove seeing the new buds blossoming. It’s an experience to watch how they set into fruit eventually.  On U.S.27 a major road through central Florida you’ll see trucks hauling oranges on the way to the Florida’s Natural a plant in Lake Wales.  There have been times some oranges have fallen from the trucks.  I’ve run over a few. One year I drove over already squished oranges and would you believed I fishtailed as if I were on ice. 

I did not have much fun trying to write the wacky holiday piece.  The challenge was easy or so I say. 

I had a nice visit with my husband.  My next visit is on Sunday.  I’m glad to get in for a visit.  They upped number of patients who can have visitors at one time. Of course we meet in an enclosed patio but that’s ok. 

Since the last few days have been long, I’m shortening today’s

Well it FRIDAY EVE!

Until tomorrow....have a great day; and as always Stay Safe. 

    😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢              

                     UNSEEABLE

Cut me do I not bleed?

  Do I not need air to breath?

   Do I not need water to quench my 

      thirst?

Do I not need food to satisfy my 

    hunger?

Do I not require sleep each night to 

   revive me?

I am made of flesh, blood and bone

I cry when I’m sad....laugh when happy

Feel the pain of hurting words 

  Joy of a brand new day

I am not unseeable 

   Others can see me

Why can’t you?

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 

          LOVE and BUTTERFLIES 

Love can be like a butterfly

  so beautiful

    so fragile

so wonderful to behold 

Love like a butterfly

symbolizes endurance 

able to accept a change within 

hope that being in love 

   transforms your life

Like a butterfly don’t chase love

  Let it come to you when ready

Cherish the beauty of love

  and hold it tight 

So it don’t flutter away like a butterfly 

  🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊🍊

            ORANGE BLOSSOMS 

Blossoms on orange trees perfume the 

     air

Lovely to look at as I pass an orange 

     grove 

October the fruit will be ready for 

       harvest

Such a busy time for growers as they 

     hire migrant workers

Seeing trucks hauling the fruit a 

   common sight on U.S. 27

Of course the highway heavily 

    trafficked 

My allergies terrible during blooming 

   season

Still I know love watching as the flowers

    set the fruit 

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      WACKY HOLIDAYS APRIL 7th

(National Beer Day; National Coffee 

  Cake Day; National No Housework 

   Day and National Walking Day)

Since I’m not doing housework today 

 I’m talking a walk along the lake

 After having a breakfast of coffee and

  cinnamon coffee cake

Later I’ll go out to the veterans club

  for a few cold drafts

After all it’s Hump Day