5. Weather! It has been BEAUTIFUL!!! Even today, as the temps have cooled, it is still so lovely outside!!
6. People who don’t speak the same language and are the eyes of love. That’s a mouthful! I met a couple at the grocery store coffee shop. He was getting his wife some coffee and taking the cream to her and I remarked how he was so sweet and it ended up being a conversation. He was speaking Spanish and I English and yet he, his wife, and I had a lovely chat of sorts. Love conquers all!
7. My Heated Wrap – I know I mentioned this before, but I cannot be thankful enough for this heated wrap my friend bought me. With the cool, damp weather, the old bones get achey and I actually keep this plugged in and turn it on. I love it. Sounds like a commercial LOL But I do love having this warm hug every day.
8. Weight Loss – it’s back on track. I always have a hard December, but I am back on track! WOOHOO!!
9. Exercises – I am doing physical therapy for my neck and spine and I am grateful to have homework and that I was able to improvise with my floor work as it’s hard to get up and down from the floor and I have figured out a way to get my exercises and not jeopardize my knees.
10 You! I am grateful for you and hope to hear your thankfuls!
When I took a poetry class last year, we studied one of Gwendolyn Brooks poems: We Real Cool. This was followed by a Meetup when she was the featured Pulitzer Prize winning poet. She was also the first black woman to be named Poet Laureate of the United States. Brooks wrote over 20 books of poetry as well as other works, including a novel.
For Dead Poets Live I would like to devote the prompt focus on the works of Brooks.
To see what Gwendolyn Brooks wrote in The Bean Eaters, I would suggest going to the link, due to respect of the copyright. Following is my poem with respect to this poem:
Beans and Rice
Dressing the table simply with each day’s dishes.
No need for pompous ways or grandiose wishes.
They rather like the mix of flora and fauna,
cracking adding to the character of their plates.
Living the life of goodness, much of the time.
Each day lived to the best it can be,
No fuss or gussy ways,
Simple appreciating what they have,
Regarding it as such.
As they recall,
Remembering the efforts and gloss of the sweat beaded days.
As they taste the goodness in their humble givings of beans and rice,
They look about their rental home.
doilies, fringes, rick racks and braided toys
a crank engine, hair saver, and celluloid doll
and this is the life of the tin roofed rich.