She’s he’s left me here
All by myself
No thought of me
Food on a shelf
One lousy toy
A Christmas elf
TV turned off
Just for herself
Said she’d be back
Don’t trouble oneself
I won’t be here
All by myself
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Life In My Hand
a firefly caught
I look at him
what have I got
the light is dim
here in the shade
it comes and goes
but in the glade
the sunlight flows
I told him lies
his light still shone
but if he dies
can I atone
returned to lawn
he’s quickly gone
pond – a haiku
raindrops ponding on
petals of a red poppy
like precious gemstones
Insomnia
something kept me up
all night
body still but mind
churning, burning
caffeinated thoughts chasing
each other like children on
a playground
tag you’re it
I wait for waves of slumber
to drown the bustling mind
tomorrow I’ll try warm
milk and a bedtime story
My Shoes
You may walk a while in my shoes
Nifty white sneakers
Cherry red heels stud-
ded with carats
Tall boots gussied up with chains
Go ahead
Walk a while in my shoes and
you’ll always be late
You’ll walk outside, in the
rain, wind, boiling sun
You’ll follow the weedy path
But if you don my favorite
straw hat you will
not think my thoughts
Stirrings
the past beckons
inviting me to sit for
a while
to relax with a cup of tea
“we’ve had such fun. remember
when …… ”
it tempts me
it’s comfortable there
familiar
it would be easy to stay
embraced in the arms
of Postverta forever
but I must stumble forward
something’s stirring just
around the next bend
Morning Quandary
will this be a plain butter-
yellow day or maybe a purple
pansy kind of day
does it feel like a Van Gogh
sunflower morning
it might be a white pot-
tery day with nothing written
on it full of potential
definitely not a royal china
red rose day
standing in front of an
open cupboard, choosing
the right mug for my first
cup of tea, I ponder the
possibilities of this new day
prayer – a haiku
by Marc Chagall
pray for rain upon
this thirsty patch of terra
promise in red clouds
Retro Rockin’
tap,tap,tap
pandora in a box
releasing notes written
with ink on paper
twisting and shouting
back to the girl teen-
ager care-
free dancing
in the streets
girl
who lives
in me
still
Window
an open window
the threshold to sub-rosa souls
hidden from my sight
(photo prompt from Margo Roby)
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