Temples of an Ancient Race – Archeological Findings from the year 12017

Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo invites us to explore the following idea: What might happen if, sometime in the distant future, archaeologists were to unearth aspects of our culture today? Would they accurately piece together what life was like in 2017, or would they make some startling miscalculations? Here is a possible scenario:


Ten thousand years ago, it’s clear
that people worshipped shapes
and that should come as no surprise
for they were simple apes
some recent excavations show
some temples vast and grand
with spots to seat a mighty crowd
on massive tracts of land
we cannot guess the rituals
done on the field below
some sort of dance or sacrifice
but some things we can’t know
the temple with the diamond shape
intrigues us most today
did pilgrims walk those painted lines
to meditate and pray?
but now I set my work aside
to play games with my son
we’ll toss a small orb back and forth
this new sport’s so much fun!


here are a few examples of the types of “temples” unearthed…

Ode to a Travel Mug

Oh travel mug, my shiny cup
I love you when you are filled up
with coffee and a little cream
the flavour like a favourite dream
and when your space is filled with drink
I sip from you to help me think
and with your lid, if you should tip
you do not even spill one drip
but when I drink the last drop down
I look at you and with a frown
say “why can’t you be still full up
you’re empty, so I hate you, cup!”


this is a response to NaPoWriMo‘s prompt: The Poetics of Space – where we are invited to write about the emotional response to a small confined space that has meaning to us. This made me think of the inside of my travel mug and how I feel when it is either full or empty (my emotions might be exaggerated slightly…but not by much)

Ten Thoughts On Sin


a small stone
does not merely impact
the water where it strikes
but creates ripples
felt for
a great distance around

you can stab
and slash
more deeply
with actions
than with knives

I once bought some strawberries
and noticed that there was mold on one
I decided to deal with it later, but
before long they were all ruined

Your garden may seem pristine
but don’t drop your guard
or it will soon be
over-run with weeds

looking tasty
does not prevent a poison
from being a poison

I wondered:
would the bear trap be sprung
if I stepped on it.
It was.

a man made a statue of himself
so that everyone would see
how great he was
soon the pigeons came
and covered the statue in filth
and then what everyone saw
was much closer to the truth

the room looks empty
when the lights are on
but only because
the rats are hiding

a hornet seems small
until it stings

There is only One
who can wash me clean
but first I must admit
that I am not


sharing with NaPoWriMo

Hope and Despair

is found
when one believes
that things might become
case scenario is that
despairs are dashed
leading to


my attempt at a double elevenie for NaPoWriMo – an elevenie is a poem that starts with a noun (one word) in the first line, followed by 2, 3, 4 words in lines 2, 3, and 4, and concluding with a 5th line that sums up the first four.  A double elevenie, then repeats that process.  I chose to put my own spin on this form by reversing the order of the lines in the second half.


Does the earth have need of us
to tend and till her? Does she
have need of us to plant and
water her? Leave her fallow
for a time and see.

At first perhaps, only weeds
will appear. Look closer.
Are they weeds, or merely
plants that are not of
immediate use to you?

Leave it long enough
and observe the beauty
of wild-flowers, and
eventually enjoy the
shade of trees

Leave her fallow for a time
and see her become a
refuge for birds, foxes, deer
and soon enough you will see

The earth does not need
or tilling and tending
but she willingly allows
us to do so for our
sustenance and even
for our pleasure


Georgic for NaPoWriMo .  Happy Earth Day!

Life as an Elevator

Whoosh Whoosh

“…pose you heard the one
about the rattle snake
who had a nasty fear
of a garden gnome?
it turns out that he…”

whoosh whoosh

“…and so I said honey
if you ain’t go the cash
right now,
then I ain’t…

whoosh whoosh

“…eggs and bread
and cheese and salt
do you need anyth….

whoosh whoosh

sometimes exciting
and sometimes mundane
the snippets I hear
nearly drive me insane
I hope that I’ll learn
the rest of the tale later
but that’s not my fate
for I’m an elevator.


written for NaPoWriMo – the prompt today is to write poetry based on overheard snippets of conversation

Grocery Poems – Aisle 3


the yellow rubber chicken
waits patiently by the blue raspberry Kool Aid
for the boy in the red over-alls
to discover her in Aisle 3



this poem is being shared at dVerse for Open Link Night with apologies to William Carlos Williams

note:  all images in my “Grocery Poems” are taken at a local grocery store.  I have not re-arranged any product, but have taken the pictures as I have found the product.