Mortar and Pedestal

 

Life
can be like a mortar and pestal,
grinding at the smallest grains

making them ever smaller.

Little lumps pop up

out of the congregation

only to be hammered

harder with the pestal;

ground ever smaller

against the walls

of the mortar bowl,

into powdery dust;

indistinguishable

one from the other;

just a gray mass

of lifeless powder.
               -Joy S. Barefoot

The Breakfast Recipe

 

                       

I had the best breakfast this morning.

It was ever so cheesy and good

It was peppers of red, yellow, green

with carrots all grated up fine

with tiniest onions, tomatoes

stirred round with eggs in a pan,

and oil from the fruit of the olive

with salt from the sea’s ocean brine.

It was the best breakfast ever,

sending me off for the day.

My tummy had quite satisfaction

at the breakfast on which it did dine.

-Joy S. Barefoot, 2009

Twisted Effort at Communications 2010

 

The world is becoming a lonely place,

with everyone so connected.

Folks don't answer their telephones

unless you are clever at texting.

Caller ID is a handy invention

for giving folks the dodge;

Few have time for Grandma and Mom.

It's Facebook and You Tube and ipods!

Each is learning to avoid the other,

caught up in his very own spaces;

married to devices of man's inventions

and robotic, digital embraces.

I'm getting older every day;

the world is fast passing by.

If you miss the service and the visitation;

don't blame the family, they tried!

 
-Joy S. Barefoot