But in truth I ran
I wouldn’t look details in the eye
I glanced under my eyelashes
Out of the corners
To gaze at reflections in the windows
On both sunny and rainy days
Planning for snow
I scratched illegible notes
Readable only to me
And counted pain - not mine
I made bubbly conversation that got nowhere
Steering it away from deep water
Answer? Send a meme!
Yes, probably not
No, very likely
But you never know!
Please revise
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
Geese fly over low
To south, honk, and honk, again
Old weather radar
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
Three wilted transplants
Kiss dirt as squeezing vines choke
On midday sunlight
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Oh baby, you my favorite b!tch
Throw those nasty germs in the ditch
We ain’t rash, just scratching an itch
It’s a new setup, and get up a new hitch
Strong arm politickers throwing this pitch
Come on baby, you my favorite snitch!
We’re masking some heals money stitch
Throw those nasty germs in the ditch
Cause we ain’t rash, just scratching an itch.... 😜
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC
I received a few little letters
Scattered by my shining sun
Digitally mastered, he has overcome
Somewhat (insert a pause)
(I struggle for the word
For mixing up letters - you know the one)
DYSLEXIA!
He enquired about his grand sire
Wanting to know everything
Every little thing
For he perished when he was very young
He then recounted to me
His one remaining memory
Of finding a tiny little turtle
With great glee and awe
On a walk between our two houses
And their interchange there and back
Now I can but wonder
Would he have any idea
that one small adventure
Would be all that remained
In a boy’s mind, now a man
With two boys of his own
Of their short time together in life?
When he swung his walking stick
And batted that tiny turtle into the pond
Would he have reached over
And picked it up instead?
Or let the boy who was so excited
To find a tiny turtle on a walk
With his beloved Papaw
That memory has the same impact
As your walking stick on a tiny turtle
I suppose.
I do indeed wonder as I sit to compose
Words for my grand babes to find
And come to know me by
And I let that Sun’s memory guide me
On our little walks now....
We might find a little tiny turtle.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
Uncovered rooster
Quiet; sliding frog retrieved
Storm front tails collide
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Waiting for lights out
Cicadas sing a higher tune
And the gulf’s posture is a whirl
Twining moon flower vines
Feed caterpillars new wings
And grow very holy
Morning glory blooms
Shadow the hidden frog
Until with a hop he leaves
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
I just barely got here
Through shell shocked writer’s block
And tackle double talk fear
Shackled hello poetry, with goodbye, right near
Epilepsy is enough misfunction
Most assuredly my greatest taker
Needn’t to add some greater *compunction
When awareness can vanish like vapor
It’s time to rezone my stained rocket stove
Wrap the fragile packed in Earnest paper decamp this cornerstone to thither grove
Looking for a better “b” line breaker
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
“Hey there! Ain’t got no bad dog, do you?”
“Oh no. Just a chicken.”
His nonchalant shuffle forward
suddenly shifted to backpedaling swiftly on our sudden puddles without delay
His throat kind of froze
As he garbled “A ROOSTER?!?“ in great alarm.
“Yeah, but he’s out back, probably still hiding from the storm.”
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC