Poetry

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.

From one bright idea to another.

Life is full of surprises.

Especially when you discover

you have no light to see them by!

Overripe smells

emanate from under the shoulders.

Bathing would feel so good.

Except I turned on the dishwasher

and so have a conundrum.

Do I take a shower with intermittent hot/cold spurts

or can I withstand the stench

until it is my turn to bathe?

Curtains closed.

Doors shut tight.

Spring may be out there

but so are other people’s children.

Their taunting laughter

hurts my pounding head.

Word?

Mania?

What should I say?

Supercallafragalaicious

Um, yeah.

Memory problems

Are usually laughed about.

Did I remember to turn off the oven?

The door was locked right?

Do you have your wallet?

So let me ask you something.

Can you remember who I am?