Little Feet

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The rain, on the window falls.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The clock chime echoes through the halls.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The sound of little feet.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Here comes the kitty fresh from sleep.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Claws scratch the wood in the hall.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The little mouse will fall.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Click the little feet.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Back to sleep

 

 

A Lonely Chair

Sitting in that chair

over there,

You seem lonely.

I wish I could,

not sit and type.

I wish my tale would ripe,

and I would be free to

speak,

play,

listen.

Maybe my presence

would soothe

or

Is it by choice,

you sat in that chair

over there.

Buddy

Buddy dressed

hurriedly, haphazardly

A fast comb

A quick check

 

Food..,

shoveled like coal

Juice.., orange, cold

Funneled into a

Waiting throat

 

The grapefruit colored sun

Spreads its waking fingers

Over the dark, slow-moving

Morn.

 

Wiping the crusty,  grimy

Still-dream from

blue eyes,  still finding their focus.

The near sleep slough

falling slowly away

 

Buddy headed out.

There a shed

lonely and dark,

like a sentinel

on the wall of night..,

his destination.

A silver clasp his only obstacle.

 

The dark poured out

The door was open

Inside…

the thin flexible pole.

Tethered to it

his plastic buoy,

and trident trap.

 

The scaly, swift-swimming

prey,

Waking.

The still silent,

sunlight, spattered stream

Calling…,

It,s trickling, tickling whisper

brushes his ears.

 

A field to cross

Tall purple, pink, waving

Wildflowers.

The song of the morning playing.

 

His pace quick, his eyes new..,

bright.

Soft dirt, almost muddy, from dew.

There beneath the skin of the earth,

A plethora of slimy, crawling

digging bait,

Soon to feel the trident’s bite.

 

Fishing is

his game today,

and he cannot wait

to play!

It’s Been A Long Time

You make me dance

and jump for your love.

I’ve always played the fool

and it was fun.

I am your fool now,

and The work is hard.

You switch from

emotion to emotion

in a breath!

I cannot sustain

in the whirlwind.

How can I do

what you need,

when you don’t Know

what you want.

In the vast sea of your

insecurity ,

I am drowning!

Where went the joy?

Did you ever have it?

Do I hope

for something,

that will never flower?

Happiness..?

It’s been a long time.

 

Sunlit Thoughts

Sun-baked

brown, burnt

hill.

Dead,

Crunchy,

Greying,

Pine needles.

Shield me,

From the

Chaotic sound

Of the world,

Packed into

Their cars

Gliding by.

I am

Ponderous

In the sunlight.

Watching the world

Pass,

In a warm,

Beer laden haze.

Where

Do they go?

Why

Must they rush?

A smile,

A sip,

And my mind

Moves

to other

Sunlit Thoughts.

Words on a blackboard

In a world of poems, words steal love and put it on a blackboard

An Ever Changing Writer I AM

I am a rain drop that has merged back within the ocean and in doing that I share the oceans powerful qualities.

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