My Younger Days and OW!!!

I have to apologize, I've been spending a great deal of time on my poetry site and have been neglecting my blog. So tonight I'll post a poem that I also posted on the poetry site.

Between work and home responsibilities I have to squeeze some time in for creativity or I'd go boinkers, or is that bonkers? I received quite a compliment on one of my poems from an established poet. He said he liked the way my poem "boinked and bonked" and fit the subject, as I lampooned a chore at work that caused a lot of extra paperwork and time. He also commented that Dr. Seuss would be proud of me....I consider that a great compliment as I love Dr. Seuss. I'll post that one too, it's called "OW!!!"

Here I am at four years of age, Carol Jean O'Neall

So, here goes!!

MY YOUNGER DAYS
By Carol Glitschka, 9/2002

MEMORIES WANDER BACK
TO DAYS THAT USED TO BE
WHEN MY AGE WAS SINGLE DIGIT
AND MY MIND WAS CLUTTER FREE.

DAYS WERE QUITE UNPLANNED
JUST TOOK WHATEVER CAME
TIME PASSED BY UNNOTICED
EVERY DAY, TO ME, A GAME.

PICKED FLOWERS FOR MY TEACHER
FROM THE NEIGHBOR’S FLOWER BED
LOUD KNOCKING AND FINGER SHAKING
AT THE WINDOW OVERHEAD.

SMALL TABLES, CHAIRS AND SINKS
IN THE ROOM I WAS ASSIGNED
FUNNY HOW THINGS LIKE THAT
STICK IN A CHILD’S MIND.

SATURDAYS AT ELEVEN SHARP
IN THE GYM WERE MOVIES AND NEWS
ALWAYS PACKED FROM WALL TO WALL
WITH SQUIRMING BODIES AND TENNIS SHOES

TAG, BALLGAMES AND KICK-THE-CAN
WERE GAMES THAT EVERYONE PLAYED
WOODEN HYDRO’S TIED BEHIND BIKES
HOMEMADE, TO BE DISPLAYED

CLIMBING THE GIANT CHERRY TREE
GORGING YOURSELF UNTIL SICK
A SACK FULL OF BURSTING RIPE FRUIT
AS MANY AS YOU COULD PICK.

KOOLAID AND COOKIES
SERVED ON MELAMINE PLATES
RECLINING IN THE GRASS
OR SITTING ON CRATES.

WHEN LIFE GETS HECTIC
HARD TO HANDLE, I FIND
THINGS BECOME MUCH CALMER
WHEN TRAVELING BACK IN MY MIND.


OW!!!
6/2001

IT STARTS EVERY YEAR,
THE L & I CREW,
FILLING OUT FORMS,
YEP, THAT’S WHAT THEY DO!

STARTING A TRAIL,
FOR US TO KEEP TRACK,
FOR SHEER PERSISTENCE,
THERE’S NOTHING THEY LACK.

FINGERS AND TOES,
CAUGHT IN DOORS AND IN HOLES,
A HEALED CUT OR SPRAIN,
AND THEY DO IT AGAIN!

FILL OUT A FORM,
TURN THE FORM IN,
GO AND GET HURT,
DO IT OVER AGAIN!

LEST I SOUND CAUSTIC,
SOME ARE LEGIT!
THEY REALLY ARE HURT,
NOT FAKING A BIT!

RISK MANAGEMENT SAYS,
THAT THIS IS THE NORM,
WHENEVER YOU’RE HURT,
JUST FILL OUT A FORM.

HOPE I’M NOT RUDE,
DON’T WANT TO SOUND CURT,
STOP RUNNING OFF FORMS,
SO THEY WON’T GET HURT?