Fifth Sense

Life is not about how fast you run or how high you climb but how well you bounce. 

~Vivian Komori

Life is a parable.

As I see 

The world,

I am.

When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum. 

The Search

We opened the doors

And threw up the sashes

And what to our wondering eyes

Should appear but...

Where are the screens

Of these recently installed windows?

Their distressing absence is noted

And dollar signs flash

Through my mind,

But major things first

And that's not in the rhyme.

By the odor I smell 

This is the scene of a crime.

Where are the bodies?

We got rid of the crooks

But week after week

We searched and we looked,

For that odor, the reek;

The groceries, dead mice,

Through the mold in the fridge,

The bag of spilled rice.

Bags upon Bags

Are discarded and stored

Shoes that are single,

And clothes by the score.

The drawers are a wreck

Not a toy is intact, 

And the dishwasher dent 

Is a sight and a half;

Is there hope for such children

When the carpet was trashed?

Still the odorous plight

Remains high on the graph.

We put up new walls

We wash and we paint

We clean and we scrub

And the smell is not faint.

New cabinets, new counters - 

And even more paint

But opening the door to feed

My husband the saint,

He works into the night;

Yet the odor's a fright

Where could it be,

Whence comes its great might?

New rock by the sheet, 

New window trim

Yet my nose is offended, 

I tell him again.

New cabinets are placed

There's new trim at the base;

And tile installed and

Perfectly spaced.

The stove is going

The carpenter said

I agree and assess

A new oven instead.

And then by chance

Tugging open the door, 

Which teeters and tips 

In my grasp and behold,

Within the confines

Of the old oven door

Are two smelly pots

Of odiferous lore!

I closed it up quick

Then husband thinks fast

With a pan in each hand, 

Solves the problem at last.

So supper was planned,

But no longer I fear

By roiling in tummies 

Which suddenly appear.

Has our search been completed,

The solution been found?

Will 'Essence of Bad Renter' 

Still be around?

The answer, I think, 

We will soon know;

The truth of the matter

When I open the door.

Touchdown

Problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines.  ~Robert Schuller

Never think that God's delays are God's denials.  Hold on; hold fast; hold out.  Patience is genius.  

~Georges-Louis Leclerc

The Unknown Photo - Abstraction or Distraction?

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 1595

I ponder

What is said about

A drop in a bucket

And find strength within 

Almost complete

Enough to  

Remain gentle while

The search ends.

It's not that I'm so smart, it's just that I stay with problems longer. 

~Albert Einstein

Sky Blue and Holding