Not the turkey sounds.
The nonsense inside my head
as I try to find inspiration.
The distractions from the room
and the lack of sleep
from a child’s nightmare.
If you find me curled up in a corner
babbling away
that’s when you will understand
the truth of Gobbledy Gook!
When do you sleep?
Are you awake right now?
Is my morning your evening?
Is my post relatable to you?
Your world is not mine
but mine is yours.
Are you my cyber buddy?
Or am I merely delusional
Alone in my ramblings online?
I use the first one to pry myself out of bed.
The second I use to have make coffee,
It helps with the stirring.
Porridge for breakfast?
One spoonful after another.
My day seems calm enough to start.
I count my spoons and think
I might have enough to get through today.
Then halfway through the day
I have used a spoon to avert
a crisis in the plumbing.
Another goes talking to the technician.
A phone call from the school?
By the time the kids get home from school
I have no spoons left.
Not even one to stir the empty pot on the stove.
Supper may just be water tonight.
When the sirens blast
right beside your ear,
Is there a polite way
to tell the child
this is a sound you do not appreciate?
Bad
Horrible
Gross
Filthy
Jerk
Selfish
Terrible
Maniacal
Despicable
and
I love
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.
