Kapok, re-re-restuffed,
still lumpy, still stiff.
Seams mended,
by needle, by tape,
re-re-again.
No no one here,
yet.
Still me me,
again.
Thoughts,
unscolded,
atop this old
zafu.
Categories:
lumpily, dedication,
Form: Free verse
With a stareless stare I glared
A hessian head with a stitched mouth
Button eyes creepy but kind
Round but bulgy, lumpily stuffed
An old shirt covered my back
As the sun beat down on me since dawn’s crack
My arms flappily held out to sides
Showing east and west on the green field’s rind
Only one leg I had beneath
On which I stood patiently
Planted deep into the soil
Where the farmers farmerly toil
And on my shoulder my friend was perched
Squawking harshly at sun’s rays first
Saying hi to me ev’ry day
For a quick chat – never long to stay
My only friend was my enemy
The one that came and sat down with me
The one I was supposed to scare away
Was the one I wished would rather stay
And as my old hat flapped about
The farmer would quite unkindly shout
At my friend that would sit down by me
Then my friend flew away – forever free
Categories:
lumpily, friendship, irony, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme