1. For Sunday Muse Blogspot

“In ancient times cat were worshipped as gods. They have not let us forget this.” Terry Pratchett

I am lazy today.
It is hot and humid
And I am lazy.
I might roll over and let you
rub my tummy but…
Then again I might not.
I might just scratch and bite you.
Entice me with cream.
Seduce me with tuna.
My ears go back
and my tail slightly twitches.
I think I will close my eyes now
and sleep.
It is time for you to go away – now.


For my prompt at Real Toads, using a quote as a springboard for a poem.


Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.” ― Allen Ginsberg

the night is too long,
too hot even with the air conditioning.
is it only 1:00 a.m.?
thoughts tango around in my brain,
now they are doing a quickstep.
“Honesty is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue…”
insipid love poems,
long and rambling poems of
ocean and alcohol, suicide and drugs.
I know, I’ve done them all.
I want to be honest.
I want to be honest.

Full Moon

An American Sentence – 17 syllables exactly and a complete sentence. Tonight is the full thunder moon or buck moon as is known in Native American Tribes. However it Japan and China, it is the full moon of the hungry ghosts.


Full Moon
“The spirits of the dead are all around us, but it is we, the living, that are the true hungry ghosts.” John Dolan

Full moon of the hungry ghosts devour my dreams leaving me lonely, sad.


The Couch

For Carrie’s Sunday Muse BlogSpot #64.

The Couch
“We all need somewhere where we feel safe.” Emma Thompson

On the side of the road was a
yellow beatup couch.
It had seen better days.
Whether it had been pushed or
fallen of the back of the truck,
there is sat.
I had been walking since sunup.
I gratefully sat down on it and settled back.
In a few minutes I had gone to sleep.
The first safe sleep I had had in months.
Raindrops and thunder awoke me.
I nestled down further into the welcoming couch.
Safe I slept.
I slept until the couch and I were drenched.

Haibun: Cornfield

A quadrille (44 words sans title plus the word for the day).  Today at dVerse the word is “sun”.

The Cornfield
“A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.” Anne Bronte

The cornrnfield stretched on forever. I walked down the rows letting the leaves stroke my arms, my face. The sun hung in the sky like a trinket on a Christmas tree.
rows of corn
broken by rows of shade
under a summer blue sky

By the Dumpsters

For Susie’s prompt at Real Toads
She gives us some pictures to color with our words. I picked the picture I did because I volunteer at a Food Bank/Soup Kitchen. We feed a lot of hungry people and children there. This time of year, kids walk to the soup kitchen to get food, lunch. We put more time into worrying about the environment than we do into feeding hungry children.

By the Dumpsters
“One in four kids in the U.S. faces hunger.” Jeff Bridges

she dreams in colors of food –
red ripe tomatoes
and creamy yellow pasta,
salad greens
and yellow cheese
and marbled rye of bread.
she waits for the people to take out their trash.
she hunkers invisible behind the dumpsters.
she closes her eyes
and dreams –
brown of chocolate
pink of peaches –
oranges and juicy red apples
she curls tighter in on herself.
the yellow moons smiles down at her.
she raises her arms and rises to meet it
in the wine colored sky.


Rain Walk

For Midweek Motif at Poets United – weather.

Rain Walk
“I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.” – Eden Ahbez

It is raining.
Coming down hard and beating against my umbrella
like a slew of tiny drummers.
I am on my daily walk.
I walk regardless of the weather –
hot, cold, snow, rain –
it is hot summer and a sudden shower
is drenching me in spite of the umbrella.
Rain steam rises from the road.
It smells wonderful!
The wind is sweeping and throwing the rain against me.
I splash through puddles,
jump over ditches that have become mini-rapids.
I love sudden summer showers.
I love seeing things all washed clean and shiny.
My neighbors are huddled in their houses sipping coffee.
Not me!
I am walking.
Get out of my way!

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