I didn't find the richest plot:

It's rather dry,

This shady spot,

Nestled in a little garden;

Unattended

I could harden.

Or...

I could blossom inspiration:

Marvelous

In God's creation.

Bursting color bright and cheery:

Bringing joy

To passers, weary;

Blooming, here, where I've been planted.

What potential

I've been granted!

The biking challenge (all uphill),

Was dangled there

Against my will.

But...

Hooked on thrill of victory,

To quit then?

Contradictory!

With triumph clinging one arm's length,

Dilemma challenging

My strength,

I wrestled my bike off its hook.

(Though, quite a lot

Of work it took)

Unhappy with the path well-travelled,

Dirty, and

In spots, unraveled:

Sadly now, it must be faced.

Years of wear

Need be erased.

Our patterned ways must come apart,

Giving us

A fresh new start.

So...

With a sigh and calm demeanor,

I haul out

The carpet cleaner,

To remove our trodden path.

(It's worst from kitchen

To the bath)

If history, I could revise,

I'd grant the man

A Nobel Prize:

Whose foregone labors calm our ways,

Bringing comfort

To our days;

Providing us with peace, worldwide.

(His valued work

Can't be denied)

The nominee I find appropriate:

He who mastered

Creamy chocolate.

When life is nothing but a chore,

And I can't take it

Anymore,

With command, I take a stand,

And do the pushing

On my land.

Here's a strategy I've found,

For days when I am

Pushed around:

In wintertime, I push the snow.

When summer comes,

I push and mow.

I do not like my situation;

Striving for

Representation.

Quieted, I have no word;

My arguments

Cannot be heard.

All response is agonizing.

This upsets

My socializing!

And though...

My "Man" loves the situation,

(Freed now from my

Conversation),

Healthy banter will unite us,

Once I'm well

From laryngitis.

Those shovels out in our garage,

Attack with

Ambushing barrage;

Tripping me as I pass by.

To them, I'd like to say,

"Good-bye."

So, once we're past these snowy flakes,

I'll swap them out

For garden rakes,

Spades, and lawn care implements,

To injure me

With their torments.

Watching bouncy mogul skiing,

Blurred the ads

That I was seeing.

Who would sponsor icy bumps,

Which lead

To acrobatic jumps?

Did I see a sign worth quoting?

I'm unsure, but

It's worth noting:

Reconstructive Joint Foundation;

Knee and Hip

Association.

With basement boxes tall and leaning,

I'll begin

Our springtime cleaning.

Neatly storing decorations,

Bagging items

For donations;

Soon the clutter will be tossed.

But first, to find

A treasure, lost.

Topping my spring cleaning list,

I'll find the one thing

I've most missed:

Local Warming, I recall,

Disappeared

Sometime last fall,

The instant we had packed away,

Our memories

From Labor Day.

So, thinking back, it's now quite clear:

I bet it's with

The camping gear!

When...

I can't pull myself together,

Needing sun

And warmer weather.

Of the beach, I start daydreaming;

Soon adrift,

My ship is steaming.

Toward a shoreline, warm and sandy,

Where I spread

My blanket, handy;

Basking on the sandy shore...

But, gasping locals

Can't ignore,

And gather to provide assistance:

Out to sea

I'm tossed a distance.

HEADLINES READ...

Locals Aided Large and Pale:

Rescued Beached

Beluga Whale.

When the skies are drab and gray,

She colors it

A rosy day.

Brightly tinted, warm, and cheery;

Filtering the

Dull and dreary.

Pink and dreamy, this decision,

Lends an

Optimistic vision.

Which...

Undeniably surpasses.

How she loves

Rose-colored glasses!

Some will squirt a squiggle;  some, a straightened line.

I've even seen small polka dots

Crafting fun design.

Ketchup is a favorite and mustard, many choose.

With cornbread on a stick,

Fair-goers can't refuse.

Adults top with sloppy things;  They carefully embellish,

With onions, chili, kraut, cheese,

And heaps of pickle relish.

Hotdogs on the grill or boiled up in a pot:

I'm not sure what they're made of;

I conveniently forgot.

It's ON again!  Now, who's to blame?

This LIGHT is our

"Eternal Flame."

Though switched to "off,"  to my dismay,

It kindles

Once I walk away.

Years, repeatedly extinguished;

Hopeful dreams

I have relinquished.

Passed to those who reignite,

Luminous,

Aglow, and bright.

So...

When The Games come to our city,

We will aid

The Torch Committee.

Burning dreams will all be kept:

My well-trained, "keepers"

Are adept.

I daily publish each edition,

Working on

Life's Composition.

Early chapters are composed,

But, future threads

Are yet disclosed.

How I wonder 'bout the ending:

Disappoint?

Or worth commending?

Following this path...proceeding,

Will my novel

Be worth reading?

Packaged in this TWO OZ. JAR,

My facial cream,

will not go far.

Quickly it will be drawn in,

And soak into,

My dry chapped skin.

Who would ration such small portion?

I would label this,

Extortion!

By the GALLON would be best.

(I ought to mail in,

My request)

Weekly I must raise my voice,

To make a very,

Awkward choice.

Bags of paper, cloth, or plastic?

Consequences,

May be drastic!

Bags from home are hard to use:

Baggers grumble;

Such confuse.

Fragile eggs are most in danger;

Carton's crushed,

By bagging stranger.

I have learned it's best to carry,

That which makes,

THE BAGGER merry.

I open up my eyes;  a fresh day is renewing,

When...

Drip, drip, drip,

I'm sensing it is brewing.

So, aiming for the kitchen;   A drink is what I'm needing,

As...

Drip, drip, drip,

My sniffling nose is leading.

My temperature is rising;  my heat is overspilling,

As...

Drip, drip, drip,

I'm struggling with chilling.

Now heading back to bed and turning off the lighting,

With...

Drip, drip, drip,

This common cold I'm fighting.

Now and then, I'll clean in.  Here and there, I'll fluff it.

I bought it all assembled:

someone else did stuff it.

Sometimes I put a cover on.  Sometimes I take it off.

I really need it when I'm ill,

With fever and a cough.

And though I love it dearly, I've used it in a fight.

And even though I'm older,

I hit it every night.

Anytime I lay down... anywhere I land...

I'm happy when it's near me.

My pillow is so grand!

I own a lot of SCISSORS, but I can't find one pair.

SHARPENED PENCILS also,

Are items that are rare.

I think I'll head out to the store and buy these things today;

But, first I'll have to find my KEYS,

So I can drive away.

Keys in hand, I grab my purse, but find my PEN is lost.

Ballpoint pens now on my list,

Are adding to the cost.

I guess I'll go tomorrow, the TIME I cannot find:

I bet I lost it yesterday,

Along with HALF MY MIND.

This or that?  I don't know.  I like to change my mind.

When forced with one expression,

I feel claustrophobically confined.

In using pens for writing, perfection is most necessary.

Errors cause contention;

My pen becomes the adversary.

Pencils are the better tool:  Change I can embrace.

I love to be empowered with

The option to erase.