Poetry
So much depends upon,
My security underpants.
My bladder is weak,
I feel I should not speak.
I might have to sneak
To take a leak.
Please do not peak.
For if I leak,
I may wreak.
So much depends upon…the golden ring
the diamond within,
a promise bequeathed.
Love will sing
our journey begins.
I turned up Beethoven
and laid in the sun.
The Children were playing
Movement in sync with the overature
Laughing and running
Violins playing maddly
Pushing and shoving
The Oboes abound
The Graceful dive
A single flute floats above the clamor
The music of life
Hmm, very nice- the music of life poem NOT the Depends poem.
It is so true, as well. “Crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful beautiful life.”
Wow Heather! These are great!! I can so see you writing the first one too! Your poetry post sure does reflect who you are!
It almost seems like the depends and ring poem are supposed to go together? I was trying to make a connection then decided not to…better to just separate them in my head
The other day we were discussing the “So Much Depends Upon” poem and well you really did write about depends huh? LOL That reminds me we need to take our scrapbook page back to the residents at the resthome. They are depending on us.
I love the humor of the Depends poem. You took a rather serious subject and injected a shot of humor…I like it.
My favorite is the music of life. I LOVE the verbs you chose to use in this poem…to me, the verbs tell the story. Well-written poem about an ordinary experience captured eloquently through extraordinary verb choice.