Poetry

The luxury of sitting outside

sipping coffee

watching the cats and kittens play.

Simple pleasures soothe the soul

getting you ready to face the expected heat wave.

Rush to the Center

Grieve your sour hearts.

Gift the Friendship

to the ones who Fail Cheese.

Hark to the Angelic Voices

Which flow from the River Styx.

No one is the fellowship

of the Traveling Shirt

because it would be Smelly.

I get surprised.

An event happens

that I was not expecting.

A generosity, a hug or even a smile

to make my life better.

Though sometimes things happen

that try to ruin my day.

If I let them

I get into a bad mood.

So instead I try to see the positive in the negative.

Or like my cats if there is a glass half full

I’ll just push it off the table.

A stick with bristles

to smooth out the knots.

A thing that works so simply.

Fur or hair or yarn,

even plastic wigs and hair extensions.

A trick used through out all our times.

To comb through matted fur

or wipe off a stubborn dirty spot

brushes are here to stay.

If you have hair, a brush is a must.

Time moves at its own pace.

Never too slowly

and never too fast.

We as humans perceive the passage of time

as a fault or the enemy.

Never fast enough

or way too fast.

Never do we relax and just enjoy the moment

when time passes in its own accord.

Nothing is right.

No thoughts form properly.

Can I be coherent?

Mumbling is my main communication pattern.

I do not want to think.

I want to crawl back in bed and curl up,

hiding from the world today.

Depression hits me hard.

Perseverance drains me completely

and it is only the beginning of the day.

My Financial Woes are Legendary.

I may be better off than others I know

but I still struggle mercilessly to survive

and provide for those reliant on me.

When I thought things looked up

all I have to do is look at my bank account

and then I’ll start to cry.

Money, Time, Energy.

Nothing is forever. Nothing.

So what do we do.

Build a monument

that hopefully will last?

A book about our times

that may end up a classic?

What about loving your life

and those that are in it?

Comfort is our enemy sometimes

making it harder to break free of the norms.

If nothing lasts forever

what about today?

What shall we do today?

When you have a socialite

for a child

who likes to make friends

with everyone she meets

It can drain the soul

of the introverted parent.

Do not get me wrong.

I am glad she makes friends.

I just wish she stayed at their houses instead.

Conflicting events

sorted out to a minimal disturbed schedule.

Promises made

should be kept if you are to keep the trust.

Panic may ensue

while the conflict remains unsolved!

Can the hero arise

to save the days planned activities?

Or shall a crumbled

and crumpled child be found wailing in disappointment?