The Death of a Pen

Ink running dry, he wonders
If it was well spent
If he made the writer's life any better.
With his dying stroke, he wonders
If they thought him a good writing implement.
I know I did.
Thank you, Sharpie pen . . .

Funny Flowers...

Floppy poppies
flap in the breeze

There's Something Special About Rain

An eccentric bit within always longs
to savor the flavor of rain
to sing as the sky drains
to dance as cloud springs burst.

Papasan

The bowl shaped chair
Invites me to join its
Intricately beaded pillows

Come Back, Little Bird...

Goldfinch flees before I can sing to it.

Music

Sing from the heart
In all the voices you can

Creations

I painted the walls
Fabricated the pictures
The sculptures, the clock, too.
Things I've drawn
Things I've written
Line the shelves.
My room; my gallery.

Correspondance

In hopes of a letter
I'm mailbox bound!

Cat Drama

One wails "mrooough"
The other sings "myngour."
Operatic felines
Rebalancing their hierarchy
In a duet.

World Building

A sunset flavored town

With red-gold walls

Tiger-lillied halls.

Bright people within

Ripe citrus gardens.

Oroblanco ships

Inhabit the havens.

Investigating Portals

Seven built-in cupboards
Twelve doors in all.
I've knocked at
Each one's back
Checking for narnias.

Photograph

A little me cups
A grey kitten in
Her hands near
Her face.
Framed in blue wood.
Framed in memories and
A bond that grows
Eternally.


(7/21/11)

Rainy Day

Rain drips to an
Exquisite beat

Morning

Waking to scrumptious sun and a
Cheery friend's "GOOD MORNING!!!"
The best cure for
Night nervousness.

Goodbye, Foxgloves...

Falling fairy hats.
Foxgloves are finishing.

Time Goes Blurry

Baked a cake on Tuesday.
... Or was it Thursday?
Summer mental clock fuzz.

Thunderstorm

Lightning snips the atmosphere
Thunder proclaims its power
Gobl-obl-oblo!
Hill side turkeys exclaim
In startled commentary.

Mock Orange

Mock orange scent
Flutters me back to when
I was a fairy princess playing 
In grasses twice my height

At the Renaissance Faire; A Sword Called Meow Meow

To right a wronged man,
To give back his lands,
To make him an earl,
King's nephew borrows King's sword
And for a moment, an instant
Appears to offer the sword as well.
King cries out in shock:
"He almost gave him Meow Meow!"

Digory the Watch-cat

Digory hops on his windowsill.
Late night stirs. Another cat passes by.
A low growl states that
Digory is on duty.

How Exciting!

The dream-guide said
There was a knob on the door.
It was a handle.
It stayed a handle.
He's merely a guide, after all.

Goodbye, Barbie.

They sat for years in a box in a cabinet.
Unused since I learned who does the
Actual work in the industry.
Now I clean them, sort them, send them on.
I hope some little girls will enjoy the remains
Of my Barbie doll collection.

Evening

Across the table
Chuckling to himself over
Soup and a comic book
While covered in house paint.
My father home from work.

Popsicle

Sit outside.
Hot sun.
Açai popsicle.
Frozen sweet.
Eat quickly.
Might melt.

The Opinion of a Jealous Alpha Cat

New kittens (annoying little things)
Can be gotten used to...
But a strange, unknown human
Is an annoyance of an entirely new level.

Wish Granted

I may have my friend over
In the afternoon,
Mother tells me.
Gawking excitement
Becomes energy 
For spiffing up the house.

Forgetful

Meant to write a letter Tuesday.
Oops.

Cloud Doodles

Look up! See the mothership?
A smaller vessel begins to dock.
The mothership separates in two.
A whole fleet!
... But all of them are fluffy white.