#domesticreveries
let go
twirl
and twirl
and twirl
flutter, tip, tumble
whirling
swirling
floating
flying
spin, spin, spin
dive down
veer up
slide over
dive in
softly settle, dream
NCL October 2019
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
She hugs like an octopus
Long, slim limbs
Wrapping around
With surprising force
Until fully bound
Too late to react
You are trapped
By her love
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
It's hard to produce a cacophony all by yourself
She was never one to back down from a challenge
NCL September 2019
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
All hail children of the waning summer
Sour and prickly, soft and sweet
These sun-wild children wander free
Blackberry stains on callused feet
NCL September 2019
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
For the first time in a long time
I grab a plastic sandwich bag
Out of the drawer.
Wracked with guilt
I try to tell myself
It’s not the end of the world
And I’ll try harder
To be greener tomorrow.
I wonder
If that’s what the oil companies think too
NCL September 2019
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
Summer is tired after hosting a season of parties
She doesn’t want to pick up your empty glasses anymore
Or take the scraps to the compost
Summer thinks barbecues are overrated
And if she sees one more hot dog, well...
She might have to let the wasps get her revenge
Summer is weary of politely ignoring all the skin exposed
Not that she’s shaming any bodies
She just can’t wait for sweaters and shoes that cover toes
Summer is done cleaning all the beach towels
And sweeping up the sand
that appears every time she leaves the room
Summer will always love blackberries and peaches
But she thinks it's time for apples and pears,
Early sunsets and pumpkin spice everywhere
Summer is not sad to go, but it’s early yet
Still warm, maybe one last gathering will do
Just a small, friendly goodbye barbecue...
NCL August 2019
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
A poem is calling
And I can't attend it
I'll seize a few strands
To later extend it
Because life is running
Demanding a chase
No time for daydreaming
Til the end of this race
...
A poem was calling
I hope it’s still near
If I sit still and quiet
Perhaps it will reappear
NCL July 2019
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
My son absconded with
Half of the sandpit
In his sneakers
It happened to hide
Until it was safely inside
And, even then, it waited
To spread all over
Freshly scrubbed floors
(Sand is diabolical,
You should know)
I would happily
Return the mess
But at the time
It seemed best
To clean up
Before it progressed
(sand craves to
spread untidiness)
I can further attest
That this latest theft
Was unintentional
And this confession
Unnecessary but
Sometimes it feels good
To confess something
Less outrageous than
The darkest of truths
NCL August 2019
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
I hope you enjoy
My heart served on that platter
Take a slice or a few
It doesn’t matter
Add a topping, maybe two
Do what you need to do
I don’t mind
As long as you don't
Leave any crumbs behind
NCL August 2019
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
In a moment of defeat and despair,
we begged, “What will you eat?!”
"Noodles!" She declared.
"Noodles," we agreed, "noodles are fine."
And so noodles upon noodles upon
noodles we’ve tried: noodles boiled,
steamed and fried; strings, tubes and
swirls; noodles shaped like bunnies,
unicorns and dinosaurs; in sauces
and soups, in cheesious goops;
noodles with veggies (until veggies
were banned); noodles with
mushrooms (only from a can);
noodles made of wheat, lentils, rice or
corn - noodles made of everything
noodles could suborn.
Noodles for lunch and for dinner -
noodles again and again and again
- and what then? How many times
can one noodle? How many noodles
until brains begin to spill onto plates
in a braineous-noodle-ous state?
Noodles for breakfast - can’t do it.
Noodles for lunch - can’t get thru it.
Noodles are banned! Noodles are
not welcome near here - never again!
At least not today anyway.
Ok, fine...
NCL August 2019
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
Unzipping the small pocket
(the one like a clothing pocket)
Of the empty luggage
Sliding a tentative hand within
Hoping not to find anything
From the last trip
Or even before then
Especially nothing that decomposed
Or worse yet, something alive
An unfortunate rodent
Or unidentified colony of creepy crawlers
Alive or dead, it's something I dread
Maybe I should buy another...
NCL July 2019
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Rumpled, colourful layers
Tower haphazardly
Abandoned chaos
Waiting for moments to spare
When harmony can be pursued in
Precisely folded pieces
Properly placed
Rejoice for order reclaimed
Until disorder inexorably returns
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
We have a flower!
A cute, scraggly, little flower
Delicate, white petals unfurling
Over a yellow-dusted center
Future strawberry
Hope
Our little garden
Might yield some
This
Year
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
Almond Butter, you would have tricked me. It is not you I seek but the contraband comforts of another, my love Peanut Butter. Our sordid affair, a shameful deceit - I hide it away but the lure is too complete to ignore. I can’t desist, I won’t make empty promises; I will accept the warm embrace of no other.
NCL 2019
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC