The Ox I awoke this morning stretching like an elongated eel. Looking in the mirror, I saw a former strong ox. Broken down, I felt miserable. Why do I wake up feeling miserable? Am I no longer an electric eel? Am I no longer a reliable ox? Instead I carry the weight of my mind, burdened like an ox, trudging [...]
My Beef Grief For one year you did lay dormant, silvery skin unexposed against frozen bones broken by a blade. Unwrapping you from your protective ice, I eased your temperament from hibernation. Placing you in a warm bath I slowly caressed your now exposed flesh, massaging you back to life. Rubbing your bones with great affection, [...]
I gaze in your maize and smell your inflorescence. You’re my Obsession. For Day 5 of National Poetry Writing Month, the napowrimo.net prompt is to spend some time taking a look at the wacky names of heirloom plants or vegetables. In addition to two great sources provided, I also came across some very interesting corn [...]
A Month To Forget I cannot lie, I hate the month of July. She was the month I was born She is the month that I'm torn. As thirty-one days of dry heat Brings thirty-one nights of wet sheets. And her sister June Doesn't make me swoon. And I too have no lust For her [...]
The Purloined Letter Dearest Mr. Poe, This morning, The Black Cat, the one that had The Premature Burial, presented An Engima. At first, I thought it was The Angel of The Odd, but The Black Cat was Loss of Breath purring on my stoop. The Black Cat claimed to be The Sphinx, hence we are in [...]
A blanket of snow. My memories carpeted. Fall leaves discovered. This haiku was in response to the Baffled Haiku Challenge on Twitter where the challenge word of the day is carpet. I took this picture while walking my puppy this morning. Today's @baffled #HaikuChallenge: any haiku you like, as long as it has the [...]
An Apple A Day Keeps Bad Thoughts At Bay I seek to nibble Bits, bites, bytes On a Macintosh. I dream of her juice Delicious Smells of Ambrosia. My forbidden fruit Temptation Pink Lady temptress. Today's National Poetry Writing Month prompt from napowrimo.net was to write a "lune" poem. A lune poem is similar to a [...]
I've Spring in my sip. I stop to smell the coffee. Sip sliding away.
In the woods alone. There's no forest just the trees. Four deep breathed swallows.
Erase your ease and your comfort. Life is not always pink roses.
Dear You, You don’t believe me when I say, "You are a beautiful person.” You don’t see the smiles each day You bring to all those around You. You don’t accept praise you deserve You feel awkward when you’re happy You feel happy when you are sad You do not deserve this much pain. [...]
The fork, spoon feeding knife-like sharp words. Cutting a new path for today.
Below are my fears so far away. I push them down inside my mind.
I peer through darkness, scared of shadows. The least resistant path I take.
Tonight a gala event awaits. Let's celebrate fifty more years.