Poets United

It has been a week, I meant to post sooner than this, but I came down with this nasty spring cold. I was fortunate and didn't get the flu this past winter, but this is no ordinary cold.  Fever, chills and goosebumps have been following me this week as I attempt to finish up an art challenge, spring clean and dig out the spring/summer clothing from the attic. I'm fighting germs and dust bunnies with dried glue fingers. 

The art challenge is paper bags for Somerset Life; see Scarlett's lovely creations.  I read the challenge wrong and after some anxiety, I'm now going to laugh and press onward.Yes, I cut up paper bags and made stuff. I'm hopeful I can glue some of it on the lunch size paper bags, that I don't have and will be running out the door any minute. 

I did find a final Z post; it is my favorite, so far...  Joe's words encompass many of us, who strive to continue to do what we love, without any confirmation at all.  I hope you will stop by and check out his blog.

Poets United prompt #47 this week is Toes?!  I thought for sure it was going to be a Motherly prompt.  Toes, wow, so many directions to go in.... this is what I came up with.

Poking in the silky sand, exfoliated memories

Touching the coolness of tingly morning dew grass
on a summer day

Dipping your toe in the glass like lake

Seeing ripples appear and ring outward as the others join in

Painted piggies In Stitches  a cheeky, blush pink

Tree pose in yoga, rooted feet feel wind as you tilt n' wobble

Toes balance you, lift you as you sway

Protect them from the cold, 

with a thick gray sock, tucked gently in a furry boot

Shove them in a pointed black high heel, feel them scream all night as you attempt to smile

Later comfort them in time worn slippers

See them curly up n’ wince when you break pinkie toe, two days before Navy Ball

Black n' blue now their new attire

Wiggle and giggle as someone tickles you, “No, don’t"

You run away barefoot on pavement,
they brace discomfort of tiny grains of sand and unexpected pebbles

See them wince when it's June and you take the plunge into the icy New England bay...sooo cold

Feel them sigh, when you have reflexology

their soles touched

Watching forced piggies  dance, stand, point n’ twirl

your toes gasp n’ smile

Thankful you aren’t a ballerina

Feel them sigh with relief~

I will leave you with a passage from one of my favorite's children's book. I don't know the name, but I remember these lines. It was an ABC type of book, small probably published by DELL.   

"J is for jumping, pup jumps in the lake. I'd like to jump in a big layer cake. I'd sit there and nibble first raisins then sweets, and run home to mother with cake on my feet.  Mom said, I use to giggle and say, "read it again"~   And for the record, no I never did do that, but it was a fun memory. I did call my Mom and read the poem to her; then read the J is for Jumping. She said, she was thinking of that,the minute I told her the prompt.