Cat Asking for Food (and Other Haikus)

Mother and Child

The wooden figure

immortalizing their love

slants off to the left.

 

Project Planning

Tomorrow I’ll start

planting my tulip garden

if the weather holds.

 

Half-Finished Projects

Tools stacked to the side

and a doorway with no door

both gathering dust.

 

Rope Swing

Out over the lake,

suspended in the pine air

waiting for the fall.

 

Cat Asking for Food

You scratched the table,

crying for my attention

to fill up your bowl.

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LOVE POEM #92 – SPARE CHANGE

Spare Change

 

It feels dishonest to call her a dime,

a penny, a nickel, or a quarter.

A fifty-cent piece doesn’t do it

and even a silver dollar falls short.

 

She doesn’t slip nicely between the folds

of my freshly bought dark brown wallet

like a twenty dollar bill, creased over

from its dozens of previous owners.

 

She might shine like spare change;

jingle like a pocketful of coins,

perhaps even grin like a president,

but to me, she’s priceless.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Wall of Faces

Sometimes I stare at my wall of faces; all the masks I have put on—happy, angry, sad; animalish. I’ll try to contort my face to match them, but it’s hard to compete with a mask. When I look in their eyes long enough, they’ll start to speak to me.

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Dog in a Car (and Other Haikus)

The Squirrel

Your bushy tail

cannot hide the stack of nuts

spilling from your nook.

 

Sore

Like a rubber band

stretched tight between two fingers

just before snapping.

 

Two Pillows

They lie side by side

on the Victorian sheets

like two slabs of stone.

 

Twinkle

You looked to the sky,

starstruck by the midnight lights,

and I, by your eyes.

 

Dog in a Car

I hear you rushing

to look through every window

and see the redwoods.

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MUSIC SERIES – Return to Sugar Mountain

This poem was based on Sugar Mountain by Neil Young. Let me know what song I should look at next in the comments!

 

Return to Sugar Mountain

 

A handful of smoke-grey pebbles

and piles of decomposed granite

were all that I found on my return

to the fabled Sugar Mountain,

 

that, along with a pile of cigarette butts

burnt out underneath the stairs

beneath the broken-down church cemetery

where they buried old man Barker.

 

I remember dropping to one knee

to dust the ashes from the tombstone

and decipher the inscription his wife left.

It was from a note she wrote him in school.

 

All the candy floss at the carnival

couldn’t match the sweet in your eyes,

nor could the colored balloons

rival the vibrance of your life.

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LOVE POEM #91 – The Feline and the Mutt

The Feline and the Mutt

 

They stare at each other through the window

briefly, before he leaps against the glass

and she goes running back to the great room

to hide behind the cushions for a bit,

 

but after he wanders off to go play

she slinks out from her hiding place to watch

as he snaps at fluttering butterflies

passing through the yard for their summer trip.

 

I think she wonders what it would be like

to feel the warm air against her skin

to jump after their orange patterned wings

and leave those clawless paw prints next to his.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Fly on a Wall

It is a lovely wall. Red textured with a rough finish, which makes it perfect for perching. They hang paintings from it. Canvas on fat frames with all sorts of colors. The food is fresh, the air is clean, and all is well till she throws a dish at him.

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Another Dog (and Other Haikus)

Greeting Strangers

What an expression

peaked out from behind her hat

when I said hello.

 

Collage

A clip from the news;

a smile from a model,

but eyes full of tears.

 

Abandoned Tennis Court

Kids crawl through the holes

of the half-torn tennis net

on faded green paint.

 

College

Stuck in the third row

of my second seminar

counting bio-sheep.

 

Another Dog

He’s in a leash too,

leading his person down town.

Maybe I’ll say hi.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Bricklayer

I thought I’d change up Mondays for a while with poetry inspired by music. Today’s was inspired by Another Brick in the Wall, pt. 2 by Pink Floyd. Let me know what song you’d like to hear about in the comments!

 

The Bricklayer

 

I laid every dusty, red brick

of that mortar riddled school wall

like it was just another job

for my denim jeans and work boots.

 

I never asked why they hired

a prison building company

to construct their grim barricade

or why they wanted barbed wire

 

until I saw a boy staring

through the window of his classroom

at what used to be clear blue skies,

and turned back to his science class.

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LOVE POEM #90 – Drifting

Drifting

 

In the dance, when we drifted across the floor

the palms of our hands pulled one another

like two ends of the same string

entwined in the eternal knot of passion,

 

but now our drifting is done from desk chairs

that have shifted so far down the hallway

I am sitting by our double hung windows

and you are staring out the door.

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