on Sunday

Pictured Poetry created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

on Sunday

I woke up to droplets
of rain tap dancing on
my windows.

“God is crying. He is
not pleased with us.”

Made in his image, yet
we destroy everything we
touch.

I would cry, too.
And, I do.

repairs

the roofers came today–banged
the mess out of tired shingles
and drilled into spaces where
drilling didn’t sound like
it needed to take place

all of this because of a recurring
leak right above my fireplace
the dog slept throughout
the entire crazy show
and I wondered how …

I worked during this–took
call after call after call
and endured a throbbing
headache from the noise
making my acquaintance

when the job was complete,
they collected their ladder,
threw all of the old
pieces of my roof to the
ground, and left without
saying a word

I don’t even know
if the repairs are actually
repaired

I guess I’ll soon find out
this is North Carolina,
after all

rain is definitely
on the way

What Your Eyes Should See

The imagery alone for this piece made me want to read it again and again.

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A Few of My Favorite Things: Part II

A homecooked meal: spaghetti with spicy turkey meatballs and steamed broccoli
Weird looking mushroom clusters
Jernee Timid: she had stolen my spot in my favorite chair and would NOT give it back.
Me from Thursday of last week; frustrated with work because of the many software glitches we were experiencing throughout the week.
Foggy trees in the breeze
Homemade blueberry muffin (I did NOT make it; I purchased it at one of our local grocery stores) and a decaf white chocolate mocha
Me, rocking one of my favorite T-Shirts from work. It says, “Radiology Life.”
My feet propped up in one of my favorite pairs of shoes, at my dentist’s office.