Poetry

The same ad.

Over and over.

Get it now!

Final day to get the free bottle!

Yet, that was what it said yesterday.

And the day before that.

And the day before that!

So when truly is the “last” day?

All cats are adorable

but if one chooses you

then you are blessed.

You will become accustomed

to sweet cuddles

or bites and scratches

but everything in between

will make you melt from their cuteness!

I wouldn’t say it is a passion.

It is an obsession

which will rule my life

for the next few years.

Then my focus will shift

and I will find a new artistic outlet.

Until then,

I will enjoy the forms I currently create.

To follow the delivery van

and snag the boxes left on the doorstep

is a horrible crime.

Unfortunately,

prevention is a hard thing to figure out.

It is like the mail thieves

who follow the postal worker

and steal birthday cards

and government checks.

Electronic devices only work

if they are equipped properly.

Otherwise

they will get stolen too!

The perfect three line poem

came to me while driving.

Alas, with out pulling over and writing it down

it has slipped away

into the annals of forgotten intentions.

The frustration left behind

is merely an aggravating byproduct.

Things appear differently

when you find something

unexpectedly in your soup.

Was the fly minding its own business

before you swatted it?

Or was its constant buzzing

what made you forget

the meal you were preparing for lunch?

Just don’t tell the kids

about the extra protein added

and maybe they won’t notice.

Sometimes it feels good

to let your parts be free.

Hang where they wish

or flap in the breeze.

Though other times

you feel uncomfortable

and that is when

free time is over

and the supports are needed.

Heat overwhelms me.

I feel woozy and feverish.

I crawl inside.

I hide from the sun.

I curl up with the curtains closed.

The fan is on high.

If you need me, don’t expect me to answer.

I will avoid the brightness for as long as I can.

I have my bowl of water next to me

and here I will be for the rest of today.

Anger that builds for days.

Aggression redirected.

The losers wonder why it happened

and the bully sometimes feels sorry.

The spring began

with an intensity.

Wildfires and smoke

clogging up the air.

Today and the week just past

Rain, rain and rain.

Time to take out the trash.

Too bad I can’t find my umbrella.