Friday, September 30, 2011

Red Sky at Night...

Red reflection bleeds
across the water as Sun
surrenders the day

I too relinquish,
give this day up to the tomes
of time past – finished
though still incomplete.
Long wavelengths shimmer, quiver
flash upon the cones

The brightest beauty
revealed for just a moment
do not turn away.

Written for Thursday Think Tank at Poets United.  Click on the name to go to this wonderful site that encourages and assists poets in so many ways.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Snake Charmer

Wind's soft yawn
rustles tall grass
tickles Catalpa leaves

River slows
in her race to the

Sentinel moon
hangs heavy
in the thick, velvet sky

Licorice whip snakes
eyes dull
entranced with opiate music
of the goddess

This was written for Magpie Tales which gives a weekly pictorial writing prompt, this week Rousseau's The Snake Charmer, and Three Word Wednesday which this week challenged writers with the words yawn, dull and race.  

Monday, September 19, 2011

Meet Otis

Rummage sale find
one puppy - sixty dollars
How could she say no?

Well, she couldn't of course.  My daughter bought this little guy, but as she's a full time student living in an efficiency with a cat Otis, the new puppy lives at my house.  And I couldn't say no because she's wearing my genes; you might say we're cut from the same cloth.  
And yes, that's my camera strap in his mouth!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Just a Little Difference

Abandoned by my muse, I decided to start small: Haiku.
And as I was playing around with words, I noticed what a big difference just one small word can make. I'll show you what I mean:

Held together by
nothing but surface tension
I struggle forward

And now:

Held together by
nothing but surface tension
we struggle forward

This is up at the Poets United Poetry Pantry.  Click on th title to go there.  You should go there; it's an amazing place.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Thursday, September 1, 2011

What's for Breakfast

The chicken looked at me
And said
Don’t try to distract me
With that
‘Sky is falling’ shit
Those are my babies
Scrambled on your plate -

Here is a humorous poem for Poetry Jam, a great site for writing prompts.  To go there and read more click on the title.  This poem is one I wrote awhile ago for Magpie Tales, another great site and that's the picture is from.