Home Made Ginger Ale

 

Ginger root chlorine free water love.

Hidden potion store caught by iphone.

You might call it a subconscious selfie.

Aging women duck posing sans lipstick. 

Are you also obsessed with jihadist poison?

Epicurious ginger beer recipe soothes souls.

The root is poverty, shame, and gnarly inside.

Eating slowly they say coke dissolves a penny.

But not ginger beer secured in ancient bottles.

Probiotic magically changes like our prayers.

Chanting joy in my garden heals the earth.

Rain feeds wildflowers up in the canyon.

Have a sip and sing to overcome hate.

Caroline Gerardo copyright © April 11, 2016  Home Made Ginger Ale Poem

Bee Waterfall

Road trip past.

Recognize what
haunts mind.

A daylight
koi circle, as
fountains with
no font head or end
can't change.

Answer doubt
with planned fixes.
Return puppy
understand
delphinium isn't
poison foxglove.

Reunion perfume attracts bees
light, exercise, healthy
pollen and positive self vision kicks in change.

Stray hops in car for a ride, confused and cold.
Worker male bees sleep out in open.
They dream while snoozing on flowers.

Open window fly ~ fearless soul of sweet honey ~ you can do it too.

Caroline Gerardo 2/17/2016 Copyright #haiku #poetry and #photographs

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Green

Green

Keeps killing the shamrock plant
"Oxalis regnellii," I told him, "doesn't care
for wet feet."
Weed the garden with rubber clogs.
Imitation crocodiles that blister toes.
Be responsible for the earth.
Kindness scraping calloused hands, 
roses trim back for winter, and soon
blue and yellow skies turn to spring.

Caroline Gerardo Copyright Poem and images 2016

Keep Working Bees

Bee on clover in my garden

“Did you cry at graduation?”

"No time for it."

Prepare house for market-

Paint bonus room vanilla-

Pumice tile revealing blue-

Rescue bees from the pool-

Shake chlorine from wings. 

Rub antennae into working order.

Marbles in the birdbath for bees to safely drink.

Avoid the basin, silly bees choose drowning.

Red and white herbaceous clover covers garden.

Neighbors don't appreciate of the beauty of lawn

that requires no watering, fixes nitrogen,

and feeds the bees.

New owners plant sod.

Working. 

Second revision done, 

search for the word, 

rub a pollen eraser.

House listed in the M. L. S.

College orientation for baby boy.

Mortgage job consumes endless hours.

"Make your bed!"

This hive is mite free.

Winter requires sugar syrup.
Summer's song pushes towards goals.

The landscape below our flight uncertain.

Meadow adventures ahead.

Keep working little bees.

Notes on this poem:
or cheat sheet for reading

I have a large swimming pool at my home in California. The bees feed on my flower and vegetable garden but I continuously find solutions for their desire to get a drink out of the pool. Once they swim they can't get out. Try and scoop them as best I may and I was one excellent lifeguard in my teens and twenties but many drown. I took the top off a bird bath I made and added glass marbles for them to have a drink and escape but they prefer the pool and certain death.

I'm selling my home as my youngest will leave for college in the Fall. The large house requires hours of work- cleaning, gardening, and the fixing that comes with home ownership. The garden doesn't have traditional lawn. I planted clover which requires no watering and native blooms that the bees enjoy. I plan to simplify my life and work on writing and my day job as a mortgage banker.  I don't know what is ahead - all I know is to keep marching like those bees I love.