Is it too much to expect?
Or must I not much expect?
Probably scale down on my expectations?
Or do I say, ''away with expectations?''
And nothing expect?
Categories:
scale down, introspection,
Form: Limerick
With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink,
those windows of yours are opening and closing
like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played.
Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere,
leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles
could be placed upon freckles to map out a path; bundles
of autumnal leaves, crunching and burnt amber, could form
steps upon the arch of your nose. Perhaps swimming against tears
upstream, leaping with rainbow salmon, I might reach the
precipice of your eyes. I could scale down branches bowing, from
fringe and eyebrows, lowering myself onto your golden lids.
Those doorways to nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere, see
the future ebb and flow into a momentary present, with
visions hidden under a lock-and-key past. Those eyes of yours
I could dive into, like gravity plucking fruit from a vine.
Categories:
scale down, autumn,
Form: Personification
POEM- 9/9/2015-
I contemplate my mother’s birthday- the day before September 10th-
A neighbor visits and I’m distracted discussing her wishes-
Who can’t sit still long enough to listen to mine except long enough to hear my whine?
I heard it when she had left
I was stuck in a little groove, wishing my way out, open to newness
Wanting more than I could afford, not patient in planning…well, if they’d leave me alone
Cat Stevens, Al says “You gotta be a part of…”
Did you hear him?
He said to get on-line and seek “a pot of gold” while you’re getting old
Mom, are you there? I owe you. I owe everybody
I need to scale down and I am overwhelmed—
I’m losing and I don’t know when death takes over.
Should I throw you out Al, (I’m listening to your music tapes), like I do so well…run-a-way on our hands
That’s what someone said
Maybe I’m a Doomsday kid and all is really not well
In Hollywood, America, Tin-buc-too, and Ru-
What do we do with the kangaroo? It is not an elephant in the room. It’s more like a ripple of dew
Sliding everything new
And, I’m afraid; so what’s new?
Categories:
scale down, adventure, allusion, angst, death,
Form: Free verse
I have a confession to make
My lizard and I are deeply in love
but she thinks I’m cheating on her
and often puts a tail on me
I’m wrapped up in another quandary
My python has a crush on me
and wants me to be her squeeze
It’s a slippery slope I’m slithering down
To be honest, she DOES take my breath away
but if my lizard lover hears of this tawdry tail
she Iguana be awful jealous, but frankly speaking
I think she needs to scale down her expectations
Categories:
scale down, animal, pets,
Form: Light Verse