Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Never-ending Night

  The photos below have nothing to do with the poem written underneath them. I just thought I'd share what is in bloom here and add a little color to my blog. The bleeding hearts and lilacs are growing in my yard.  I photographed the daffodils in one of our nearby metro parks. I hope you enjoy seeing them. 




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Never-ending Night

I'm exhausted.
I think I will fall right to sleep...but I don't.
I think my brain
will quiet down and quit its rant...but it won't.

Instead, it hits rewind so I can hear 
every conversation replayed from the day.
It reminds me of what I said,
and of what might have been better to say.

I worry, fret, and deal with regret,
but you can live each day only once.
I fuss and fume about the things,
over which I have no control.
Stop brain, stop! You're driving me mad.
This sleep deprivation is taking its toll.

First, minutes pass,
and then they turn into hours,
and there's no sleep in sight.
Restless; I toss, squirm, and sigh,
trying to wish away
the never-ending night.

My thoughts are rumbling,
chaotic, in a spin.
And just as I finally start to doze,
the alarm jangles and jeers,
"Wake up, wake up. No sleep for you.
It's time to begin again."


Monday, April 3, 2017

You Make Me Laugh, Giraffe!

I don't know if any of you have been following the progress of the pregnant and soon-to-give-birth giraffe named April at the Animal Adventure Park in Harpursville, NY, but I've heard so much about her lately, that I thought I'd write a poem about giraffes. I took the photos in this post the last time I visited the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium in Columbus, Ohio.


You Make Me Laugh, Giraffe!

You make me laugh, giraffe,
with your cherry picker neck 
sticking way up in the trees,
yet you are graceful 
when you amble about
on your spindly legs and knobby knees.

You have a long-reaching tongue 
that's purplish-black,
and a tail like a paintbrush
to swish the flies off your back.

Up high you have expressive brown eyes,
so gentle and sweet.
Way down below you have
 four clompy, stompy feet.

Your markings are unique,
unlike any other creature.
Spot and dots--you have lots!
They may be your best feature.

You have the best view around
from your outlook in the sky.
You make me laugh, giraffe!
I think God created you
with a twinkle in his eye.




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On another topic, I'd like to thank Robert Lee Brewer from Writer's Digest for including my poem, "F0ol," as one of his top 21 favorites submitted to his poem-a-day challenge (the 2016 April PAD Challenge). He announced the results on his blog on March 21, 2017. He has already begun the 2017 PAD Challenge, and it's not too late to join in for anyone who wants to be a part of it. The challenge began on April 1st and will continue throughout the month. Each day during April, he will provide a poetry prompt to give his readers some inspiration. Please visit his blog if you would like to join in the fun. 

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Waiting


Waiting

Spring is a fickle trickster.
She tiptoes by,
peeks in the windows,
curls her finger at us,
and tempts us outside
with bouquets of sunny daffodils.
She seduces us 
with trails of purple crocuses 
lifting their bobbing heads
in the warm sun.

Transfixed, we step out 
with smiles wide
to follow her
and soak in her light.

Then she smirks and spins,
and in an instant,
she turns a cold shoulder to us.
She disappears and abandons us
in a whirlwind,
leaving drifts of snow behind
to drape around
the drooping blooms.

Yet, in spite of her rejection,
we wait for her return.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Point of View


Point of View

With whiskers quivering, the tiny, grey mouse
searches for seeds under the sticky milk pod.
Soon there will be no tall, green weeds.
No clover, no Queen Anne's Lace, no goldenrod.


Although the mouse is blissfully unaware,
a "SOLD" sign has been put up on the lot.
It is the last empty lot in the housing development.
Sales in the area have been running hot.


Soon the bulldozer will come
to dig a foundation for a new house.
No one will care or worry about
the tiny, grey, displaced mouse.


Oh I know, some will say, "This is progress!
A family will have a brand new house."
I'm sure that family will think it's progress,
but I bet you a dollar, no one will ask the mouse.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Poems Are Like Birds

Poems Are Like Birds

Poems are like birds we create
and set free in the world.
Some, in bright-colored plumage,
make us proud as they sing melodic songs,
and soar above the trees,
flying toward the stars.

Others with dusty, black feathers,
embarrass us as they screech and squawk,
flap about in peoples' faces,
and then perch on utility wires,
leaving their droppings behind
splatted on parked cars.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Battle of Words

Battle of Words

Words roll and float,
jump and tumble,
in the mazes of my mind.

They splash and flash,
jerk and jumble,
(scrambling for a foothold
in a literary rumble).
The winners are the best
that I can find.

When a poem comes to be,
the words fight it out,
rhyming and describing
what life is about.

They decide
which one comes first,
and which one brings up the rear.
They decide 
if they will make you laugh,
or make you wipe a tear.

The words engage
in a knock-down,
drag-out fight.
All battling to be the chosen ones,
that will make the music
or spark the light.

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Thank you to Jerry E. Beuterbaugh for including links to my blog at his site, SiteHoundSniffs.com. If you have time, visit there and wander around in the various categories. You will find a wealth of wonderful posts that will entertain you for hours.