Judy Ponceby

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

Watching the colors go round, and round.
The bright yellow towels making a halo,
in the dryer window, time trudging slowly.

Facing west, watching the sun set,
Washers and dryers humming in my ears,
Always feeling awkward sitting here alone.

Waiting for the buzzers to split the loud silence,
So I can finish my laundry, folding, hanging, packing,
And getting the heck outta Dodge!

I hate doing laundry.

Yet another "Can you Spare a Word or 5?" submission.
awkward, laundry, west, halo, split

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

Done

Hate what i see.
Nothing looks right.
Hate being a woman.
Hate seeing this sight.

Not worth a look.
Not worth a care.
Just getting by.
Wondering why I dare.

Doubting myself.
My external shell.
Big feet, and glasses.
Wow, how swell.

And that's not the worst,
I have to say.
Why bother asking,
My *** is in the way.

Turning off the feelings.
Hiding the care.
Shutting out the light.
Sorry I thought to dare.

Just doing what I must.
To make things right.
Going through the motions.
Without any fight.

Closing the door.
Not looking back.
Just keep working hard.
Keep the finances on track.

Wash the dishes,
Don't forget the dust.
Who gives a ****.
Doing what I must.

Done with smiling.
Done with lust.
Done with trying.
Just doing what I must.

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

Dead

Dead.
Ingloriously, unceremoniously dead.
Nothing special.
Just dead.

That one of billions.
Poor bug.
Smashed all over the wall.
Guts flattened.
Bits broken.

No one to care.
Other than the cleaning lady.
When she's done.
No evidence the reaper has been.

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

I and They

Emerging from this makeshift shelter,
I look about at the wicked cold day,
Wondering how long I will survive in this bleak world.

I have tussled with my demons,
Made peace with myself,
And accepted my lot in life.

My ragged clothing, barely covering me,
Warmth only a dream,
Decent food a luxury,
Knowing my family as I am now,
An impossibility.

The shrill jeering of children as I pass by,
The looks from strangers,
Judging me in my degradation.
None realizing that I was once They.

I could justify feeling superior,
When I had a home, a family, a job.
A sense of security and a mind and body unbroken.

And now, watching from the other side,
I wonder why I had so little compassion,
So litte empathy, so little mercy.
Just as They do now.

For Can you spare a word or 5?

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

Wolf Hunter

Was a Wolf Spider
wandering 'round.
Searching for dinner
On the dark ground.

It didn't make webs,
didn't have a tunnel.
No traps or sticky threads,
No venom or funnel.

But deadly nonetheless,
Striking so quick.
Relentlessly tracking,
And named for this trick.

Traveling quickly,
Hiding from the light,
Stalking its prey,
Having a bite.

Now some say they're icky,
Some get creeped out.
But taking the time
to just look about

Shows how essential
are these little creatures.
Intricate killing spiders
with deadly brown features.

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

At the Game

Sitting there yesterday at the football game,
Watching my son tackling the quarterback,
Feeling the warm sun and watching him earn respect,
From his teammates, made my heart proud.

Looking around, I saw the cheerleaders, 11 yrs old, too.
Yelling and flipping and shouting.
Then from nowhere, "My glitter is sweating off!"
Makes me laugh outloud.

Little kids running everywhere,
Parents watching their kids, visiting,
It was a great scene!

Until I looked down in this sneezing little boys face,
And watched him scoop up some boogers
and have a snack.

Looking back I suppose it is only to be expected
as part of the scenery, and I can laugh now.
Just as watching the cheerleaders commenting,
And the poor kid who pulled a groin muscle,
Hobble off the field, is part of the scene.

All in all, a beautiful day, fun, family, and reality all at once.

Can you spare a word or 5?
tackle, earn, boogers, groin, sneezing

Judy Ponceby Oct 2010

The Deep

Skimming through the water, like a bird on wing.
Feeling the currents flowing, water spilling along my flanks.
Surging into the deep sea, searching for sunken ships,
Lost treasures to those above, merely decrepit scenery below.
Perhaps, more, to the sealife that shelters there.

This fantastic ability, to relate to earth's final mysteries in the deep.
Granted me, through a fluke of nature, gills filtering,
Scales protecting, tail and fins propelling forward
To ever deeper realms.

Hardly noticing the increasing pressures
Feeling tides pulling, seeing unfathomed sea creatures.
Appreciating the beauty and the power of the deep sea.
Triton may reside here, only stories to those above.
But the mysterious, deepness of this realm, begs belief in other gods.

Continuous exploration of this vast world,
Only brings me a small portion of its bounty.
Birth, life, death, cycling forever.
Brilliant design of creatures and systems,
Only glimpsed from above.
Denied to those who seek to categorize and quantify.

Life is not averages, statistics, and clinical review.
Being judged in labs by coated strangers.
Life indeed is deep, resounding, complex in every detail.
Microcosms of universes existing in harmony
Beneath waves brushing the sky.