Watching him groom himself is fine
but when he grabs a toy
and runs around insane, I laugh.
The youngest takes the string
and darts around the house.
Sometimes when he attacks successfully
he will do a barrel roll.
This is my favorite
because it tires both of them out!
It can be simple
or extremely complicated.
I have many things to enjoy.
Friends who I cherish.
I have a job that I usually like.
My children are mostly well behaved.
I have hobbies and pursuits that I find meaningful.
When my life is good
I realize it is very good!
What you said
makes no sense?
Why are you speaking?
The words are there
but they have no meaning!
Gibberish is all I hear
and the worst thing
is no on else is here!
The pink liquid drips down the side of the jars.
Cleanup stains my hands.
Now that I have bottled it
May I call it Beetlejuice?
To be on the safe side
don’t say it Three times!
The wind blows
scattering them across the courtyard.
The furry brown shape darts
chasing his invisible foe.
If he catches the leaf
he is happy
then darts after another.
Fall is cold this year
but watching my cat in the leaves warms my heart.
A cute little outfit.
Heels to match.
Friends to party with.
Supper is relished.
The journey to the club begins.
Drinks are purchased.
The dancing begins!
Bathroom breaks as required.
The groping man slapped!
He buys an apology drink.
Friends implore stay with us.
He’s not so bad.
The world says he apologized
maybe he’s a nice guy.
Saturday morning comes.
One bloody eye opens.
The hospital staff say luck was on my side.
As much hurt as he did
Life still breathes in this broken body.
White streaks that last only briefly.
They thin out and then fade.
Seen only from a distance
they seem unreal.
Imagination expects them to be writings.
Perhaps the gods are trying to tell us something.
Or just wanted us to see a different kind of beauty.
Daily chores
The minimum required.
A constant nagging.
I know you heard me!
No! You don’t have time!
Why are you not ready?!
Time to go.
I’ll just have to face the consequences
of YOUR actions!
The oak has a thick barrel trunk
while the willow bends and twists.
The birch grows thin and tall
while the laurel is sacred.
A rowan is the tree of life
while the elder holds its sway.
The cedar versus the pine
which one will nor go away?
Each resistant to the day to day.
The winds try to bring them down.
A tree is nature’s way
of saying I am here to stay.
I remember the days I cleaned.
The carpets were vacuumed.
The kitchen sparkled.
The bathroom tiles were wiped down.
The hallway had no toys scattered in it.
I sit here and enjoy my morning coffee
watching the work of yesterday
be demolished in less than 20 minutes!
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