Poetry

Electrical Impulses

Zap through the network

Along lines of the system

Travelling to places waiting for a response.

What happens when those direstions

Do not arrive?

Blame it on the wiring.

Now you know why

I don’t respond like you expect me to.

Itch to scratch

or the scratch that is itchy?

Do you scratch

because it itches?

Or is it itchy

because you were scratching?

Deep philosophical ponderings here!

Burn the organ

into oblivion.

Reflux the acid

that deals the agony.

Go the extra mile

and find the tube that you cannot tie!

Empty Nest Syndrome.

Differences in grocery bills.

The death of a loved one.

Doctor visits lessen.

Opening the door to find snow on the ground.

Digging through the winter clothes.

Instinct is no longer

a reliable backup.

If I had been proactive

and looked into the possibilities

I would have realized

that I should have been exercising.

Still, it is good to have the sword in hand

and swing that shinai for fun once more.

The sun shines brightly.

The weather is fine.

I should be outside enjoying myself

Instead of hiding behind curtains

Blinking in pain.

I was wet

But now I’m dry.

I sure could go

For some Apple Pie!

Or chocolate.

Or perhaps coffee?

Cuddles are fine.

Maybe a hug.

But more than that?

No. No squishing!

I don’t need to visit a doctor today

Thank you very much!

Picture of a child

in a chef’s uniform.

National flags on the lapels.

Holding wooden spoons in each hand.

Over a wok

with flames in it.

Seriously?

Flames?

Doesn’t that strike you as dangerous?

I honestly think people need to rethink what they want to advertise

before putting it out into public.

Assessing the threat.

Better be tough.

Don’t want to have an accident.

After all things break.

Even rocks get worn down.

Are you a rock?

Didn’t think so.