something small almost imperceptible is crawling across the porch
I have to get closer to see it; it is a tiny bug, so small it has no color
I wonder if my dogs have noticed; but they are asleep, not caring
leaves of my lilac tree capture my attention next; they seem to shimmer.
a different color on the back, kind of a silver sheen.
a tiny wren or sparrow flies downward; this interests me.
Birds usually fly up, unless there is rain water to dabble in.
This one landed on the edge of the cat door and promptly went inside.
Does she have a nest in my garage? This was curious.
She went in that flap as if it was her flap.
there is a whoo whoo whoo sound now
an owl in the afternoon? My ears struggle to hear.
Yes, it is an owl. In the day time? They are nocturnal!
Whoo Whoo Whoo; a third call.
This was remarkable.
A large shadow of a raptor brings my eyes skyward.
It is huge, black, a turkey buzzard?
Now there are two, now three, my final count is six.
They are circling above the marsh. Is there something dead?
I shudder.
One of my dogs is having a daymare. He is shuddering.
I lean down and pat him a bit, to reassure him.
Hey repeat
You a needer
Last night the today beeper
Called me back
Hey repeat
Ima lose her?
Night wards under rains
Ferry won’t visit my shores
Last daymare you have?
Me running out of boys
Like girls cost news
Hey miss
Did works close the deal?
Didn’t rules get you clothes?
Ima mystery from ireland
Just like tank shells
Follow my wind
Brushed off the vested
Gotta let you bake it
Take nuns home in limes
Paused enough lines to bury the sun’s syrup
it is always terrifying to follow MapQuest
the guide’s voice might stop talking halfway there
or you might hear “turn there” after you have blown by an alleyway
if your phone rings while you are trying to follow, do you answer it?
Not if you have no idea where you are heading
I narrowly escape a panic attack every time I drive somewhere new
or somewhere I have not been for awhile
I am not the person who remembers how they got here the last six times
driving anywhere unfamiliar is a daymare for me
is it my age?
hello yes
I am also a small town girl
that doesn’t help me much
to nap or not to nap
whether it is glorious solitude
existing in a dream
or awake in the daymare
that age has bestowed this day
a lonely orphan from an age of bliss
wandering now bruised and battered
amidst the delusional chaos
of mirror neurons whose real gift
is not a gift at all
but a glad hand minus logic
where reason has no season
lying lifeless beneath the sheet
the silent clarion call
echoes the morgues closing door
the crowd sent in to help
only produce yet more
to nap or not to nap
that is the question
the respite is indeed
the call
to an age of bliss
where cookies and milk
had no breath of daymare
Oregon 6/23
Daymare
Put me to sleep as I'm awake
The world is upside down for Heaven sake
There is chaos in the streets
As loved ones, prepare for zoom meets
Kids in the other room on games
Using emojis and alternate names
Shootings on a daily bases
Walking around without any faces
Sleeping in designer sheets
Trying to overcome the daily feats
Screaming till we can't hear
Putting in nothing but fear
Wake me as if I don't care
I'm still living in this daymare
I sat on the vine way up high
What a beautiful day I sigh
Soon came Farmer’s wife
With a carving knife
Now I’m a spicy pumpkin pie
I sit dazed, distracted, withdrawn,
wondering is it dusk or dawn?
whence daybreak?
Shelter in place is perplexing;
changes in routines quite vexing
all daylong
I dozed awhile this afternoon.
pondering quarantine past June?
bad daydreams
Arising from my computer,
Coronavirus, my tutor,
worse daymare.
“Wash hands, wear masks, find a clean glove”.
This pandemic scares ME out of
the daylights.
May 1, 2020
form: compound verse
8, 8, 3 - a, a, x - third line of each tercet has a compound word with the same base word. Credit for creation to: Margaret R. Smith.
"RESTRICT life!" you hear all around you; the voice
of uncommon horror speaking through you.
Through me the macabre plainly painted.
And if we on screaming the world's going to hear.
and if we keep on praying God is going to hear.
\\Except for the deaf and dumb souls
who keep on rolling all inside our heads//
"DAMN YOU!" A scream to no one but everyone
and the sky with it's tallest walls
are laughing and the moon smirks.
The sun, bleeding and dripping light across
the darkest corners of this daymare fright.
A light so bright its burning everything ~
including me.
And we're all going down, down, down.
:: 05-22-2018 ::
Injured dream-
reality bruising 'daymare'
another blood sweat stain...
mirroring the state of unemployment in Nigeria.
Oh not again!
This sickening fright of height please
Fade away like dreams of a lazy man
Some thousand feet below
A sight of vacuum seems so terrific, a daymare!
Thick white smoky-breath envelops me
In the belly of the flying shark
Swimming through the oceanic sky
Oh not again!
My frail heart beats faster than a locomotive
Cracking a fringe rib craving an escape
Now snows of sweats froze me
Yet I sat, luxuriously uncomfortable
Trying to force a fearful and friendly smile
While looking away the steel-fish’s eyes
Playing-cool, while it swum through the oceanic sky
Alas, it made way ashore
I, highly spirited but scared to move, damn not again!
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