Poetry

Even though the fires burn miles away,

just like when the tornado came,

fear creeps up and chokes my heart.

I wonder if this may truly affect me.

No longer pointing at the cats.

The spray hits me.

For a few seconds I have cooled down

in this awful heat.

Beautiful creature of the sea.

Funny looking to some.

Graceful to others.

I’m going to call this plushy

Barbara!

An apple has three layers.

The skin, the flesh and the seed.

Christian faith likens this to God.

Where the skin encompasses the whole.

The flesh is the main part representing the Holy Spirit.

Jesus is the seed where faith sprouts from.

I do not know if I believe in the Christian God anymore

for I find myself being pushed away

by the extreme fanatics who claim

every one is the devil’s pawn

if they don’t conform to their social group’s lifestyle.

If so much hate is in this world

I do not wonder why Jesus weeps.

For loving one another means accepting everyone

for who they truly are.

I still have problems with this concept

but I know that just because they believe something different

does not mean they should be demonized.

Car Accident.

Infirm.

Disabled.

Old.

Violent Altercation.

Is it wrong to want to be on the receiving end

but not be the cause of it?

Wishing for a change in fortune

simply because you are numb otherwise.

Enjoying the weather.

Sitting outside.

Basking in the spring warmth.

Listening to the geese return.

Watching the grass grow.

Finding my cat peeing all over the neighbours window wells.

How can I think of second breakfast

when I haven’t had my first?

Lunch is usually late.

While supper may be non-existent.

Sometimes, snacking is all the meals I get.

Watercolour.

Acrylics.

Paints.

Pencils.

Cat Hair.

Tape up the sharp edges.

Gather the glass in a container.

Give the old prescriptions back to the pharmacy.

Electronics go to recycling.

Poop picked up and thrown away properly.

Only in the wilderness should things be left to go wild.

Our planet depends on us respecting it.

Inspiration strikes.

Creativity explodes.

Chaos ensues.

Drudgery begins

when the inspiration

was someone else’s idea.