because potholes
Yippee! Spring is only days away and riding season will soon be upon us. That’s the good news. The bad news is that the streets and roads in and…
don’t just sit there. w/ride!
if you ride a motorcycle, you know what poetry is. instinctively. you know the sounds, the sights, the smells, the feel, and yes, even the taste of being on a…
don’t say a word
February 19, 2023: This poem was inspired by the beautiful love song at the bottom of the post. The love song was originally sent to me on January 12,…
the butterfly and the bumblebee
I lived in a village in Quebec for five years while I was a care partner to my mom who lived with dementia. One day in 2017, as I…
snow crew thank you
Snow falls in Canada in winter. Hard working crews clear our roads so we can get around. We appreciate it. This poem is about that. snow crew thank you…
wordle (the poem)
All of a sudden, the world has gone wordle crazy. This poem is about that. wordle (the poem) by susan © 2022 wordle (the poem) puzzle lovers please beware…
casualties
This morning, when I was walking on the Ottawa Valley Rail Trail (OVRT), I came upon a dead frog. I took a picture. This evening, when I was browsing the…
shame on who?
Seems everyone else is always to blame for everything (especially, it would seem, if you are the premier of Ontario, a random commenter on Facebook or a narcissist LOL!)….
what if?
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt asking us to imagine improbable “what if?”s. This poem is about that. what if? © 2020 punkie what if?…