I didn’t mean to eat
the whole bag – just
one bar, well maybe
just another
They were intended
for witches and pirates
and ghosts who roamed
the dark streets
And now I hear them
stomping up the front
porch steps, giggling
And shushing each
other – too late to turn
off the lights and pretend
I’m not home
My doorbell chimes as
if it is at Westminster
There is no escape and
I smile guiltily as I deposit
boxes of raisins into
outstretched bags and
pumpkins
“It’s better for them” I
mutter to myself
Tag: Toads
Capricious Fate
capricious fate how
do you decide who
prospers and who fails
who lives in a mansion
who lives on the streets
capricious fate how
can a mortal change
your mind, shift your will
make fortune shine
on those destitute
suffering, no hope
oh fickle fate, one
moment you guide to safety
one moment look away
——-
Walking the Dog
our walk is like a symphony
passing through the movements
with our steps keeping time
allegro propels us out the door –
finding our rhythm we glide in the
sway of the scherzo up hill and down
until we turn for home, slowing,
largo, until we reach the final note
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written for Real Toads – Play it Again, Toads prompt
A Word with Laurie – Allegro, Eight lines, One Minute!
( I confess, it took me longer than a minute – blush)
This Poem is a Globe, a Drop, and a Book
This poem is a spinning globe
This poem is a raindrop on a leaf
This poem is a book
–
This poem spins the world we know
making us all a little dizzy
This poem defines each country
with colors that blur together
as it spins, creating a new world
This poem is a colorful globe
–
This poem is a raindrop that sits on
a leaf waiting for the sun to embrace it
to lift it into the sky, send it away
and let it fall again in field or forest
This poem is a patient raindrop
–
This poem is a book of words
trapped between covers until opened
by some lover who sets them free
carries them like a bouquet
and bestows them on friends and strangers
This poem is a bouquet of words
–
This poem is a globe of many colors
This poem is a traveling raindrop
This poem is a book of flowers
————–
Boomerang Poem form challenge by Hannah
Potion
I took what she had to give –
this old mother covered with a
worn black shawl
The hand that held the
bottle was gnarled
like an ancient tree branch
– a simple potion of bark and ashes
She promised that one sip would
cause love to flow – passion to
burn like fire
I did not sip
I’ll leave future
to fate
Ode To My Umbrella
You patiently wait just
Hanging about behind
The back door, under a
Car seat, often in the trunk
No fair weather friend, you
Brolly, bumbershoot, umbrella
Red awning with happy white dasies
Often lost, but not forgotten
On call at a moments notice
You open your arms to
Shelter me from disturbances,
cloudbursts, downpours
Parasol, gamp, canopy
Welcome companion in all seasons
Sometimes forgotten, but not lost
How to Catch a Star
Step outside on a clear summer night
Cast your eyes upward to see the light
Of a million stars in the dark firmament
The gow of lost planets already spent
Close your eyes tightly, breath in, breath out
Empty your mind – earasing all doubt
That those pinpoints of light are too far away
For your small earthbound finger to stretch out to play
With the sparkling wonderful magic in space
Trust your heart, look at me, find your star in my face
Camping
We fell asleep to the lullaby
Of raindrops on canvas
Tree branches painted
Silhouettes for our delight
Frogs and crickets performed
An opus for an audience of two
Delicate, intricate lace webs
Adorned the peaks of our fortress
A clement wind rocked us
To the rhythm of the moon
Nature cast her nighttime spell
Again
(I used a quote from Langston Hughes as my Plus!
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain
beat upon your head with silver
liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby”
floral haiku
a painted daisy
happily waves her petals
as wind sighs past
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
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