Poetry is patchwork —
& only the best poets
can hide all the seams.
Creativity Journal
Fast rising east
sunrise glows in carpe-diem pink
aflame with marbled-gold moments
Tap dance
Author: a dancer of typewriter keys.
Aye aye, skipper!
When most people see an adult skipping they assume it must be on the way either to or from the asylum.
Lapse
At 2 pm, doves coo
an afternoon lullaby —
drowsy ticking
drowns out work —
the clock’s face
and leaden hands
fall napping into
the hour’s warm lap —
minutes nod off and
sleepy seconds snore
digesting noon away —
time teeters —
its breathing slows
weighed down by
heavy parts of day —
Starlings
European starlings
multiply like weeds
they are avian Borg
assimilating resistlessly
they are teenage girls
who will always travel
to the restroom together —
from yellow beaks
oddly alien noises
and so much chatter —
one or two are cute
but the whole crowd
is so flocking loud!
Verdin
the tiny birdie verdin
wears his heart on his sleeve
and sunshine on his head —
a hyper handsome hopper
with acrobatic feats —
calling chip chip chip
and singing dulcet tsweets
Running scared
Jogging is for those who don’t have the guts
Aside
Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring.
S.W.A.K.
Love letter: an inky heartprint.
Leaping & stretching & pleasing
A cat is an adorable violation of the laws of physics.
Strangely normal
in dreams
time is broken
we ride the shards
or they pierce
our sight —
we see with
different eyes
and know with
deeper mind
Calm in a cup
Tea is a magical calming elixir — like, as if coffee had a therapist.