A Little Joy for the Elderly (in process)

We just finished with a major snow removal operation for a neighbor 2 doors away. 
Elderly couple, husband currently at a rehab center after a long hospital stay due to the Chinese Communist Virus. 
Wife worried sick that he was gonna die in the hospital and she couldn’t even see him due to Covid protocols.
Then she was buried in a lot of snow on top of it. 
We had severe storms back to back.

It was her 75th birthday yesterday. 
We got her flowers. 

Jackie’s main deal now is getting vaccine appointments for as many people as possible. 
We get them to the vaccination sites for the shot.

We don’t know how people in their 80’s and 90’s are expected to do this on their own. 
So far, I think we’re up to about 15 people for their 1st shot. 
People are really happy when they get their shot
and don’t have to be

Star Crosser

Now passing
Too quickly
The Earth’s sphere

Nearing the Moon
With its
Companion star

I’d like to fly between the two

So when rejoined
They’d know their love again

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
Recast June 23,2018


Once, only once,
The Magic Marble Man
Forgot his line.

But what a time
To “go up.”
The command performance
Had been in the works for months.

Trumpeters engaged,
Jugglers hired,
Singing mermaids,
With a few baritone mermen
Thrown in for good measure.
Swimming in.

And there he was,
The one and only Marble Man
Gone blank,
Not a word coursing through his
A vacuum.
Ah, yes.

Brain, yes, then it came.
In a split-second.

“The key to all knowledge is
The juicy syrup of the brain.”

As he sent forth the declaration with gusto,
He knew he’d never lose the knack.
It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy things.
His own bell starting to ring
In his unique way.

The Magic only the Marble Man
At his fingertip
Just one of those things.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
January 16, 2021



And others,

None melodic, its reason is different.
With the aid of substances we know not,
Life continues.
A cantaloupe here, a Klondike bar there.
Sausages, nuts and cranberry-berry – berry sauces
Turn a ditty
Into the Hallelujah Chorus.

Sing along.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
December 22, 2020

First Story Retold

Night rain
In the Garden of Eden.
Time for
God to purify the forest
Knowing the necessity
Of fresh water, loamy earth and
Crystalline air.

Adam and Eve did not.
They frolicked and rollicked
While The Almighty worked
Up to His eyebrows in elbow grease.

Just for them
He created crickets on the spot
And tree frogs in counterpoint
So that the human-things
His favorites so far,
Would know no boredom.

All the while the sweat of
His brow gully-washed his tired beard.

Ingrates, the pair like teenagersIn the shadows of a high school prom
Overturned vitrines.

He cleaned up the mess.
He might have been angry, vengeful,It could have been a viper He sent.

Instead, under His breath He murmured
As He watched them blush,“Oh well, they’re just kids.”

With that He sent them the promise
And blessing
Of the First Kiss.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia