The Poetry Marathon

The hippo snugged beside me snores,

And blows billowy bubbles I’ve learned to ignore.

Big blasted pink ones that pop when she snuffles,

That gum up the linens and goo up the ruffles.

And once, even gobbed up the ceiling fan blades,

With bubble gum gobbled in gum bubble shades.

But mostly, the troubles are easy as clover–

Except when she sneezes her bubbles all over!

Haiku, line 1, Five

Haiku, line 2 has Seven more

Haiku, line 3, Five

I can hear a bird outside, singing in the dark. Coaxing the sun. It is lovely.

This is my first full marathon

since chemo came and went last year–

and I’m not certain I can go much further.

I have sung 20 songs,

and I don’t have much left.

Yet, I really want the song after all songs…

that one whose words say I did it.

stars dim, one by one,

as the Sun

gathers

all light

to its vanity,

stealing even from the moon,

the garden lights,

the streetlights,

luminescent eyes of the night.

In dark obeisance,

they bow

to Helios’

vibrant glow.

Maaaaaaaaaasks aaaaaaaaalll aaaaaaaaround,

Eaaaaaaach supposedly guaaaaaarding us,

Keeping us from haaaaarm,

Aaaaas it spreaaaads slower,

Curves lower,

For months,

We cower,

Behind

Our maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasks

This is tech?

What the heck,

Time to do a reality check…

Testing, 1, 2, 3.

Is it just me?

Or does thing seem obsolete…

Wires and whistles,

Worse than thistles,

Ready to give it a final dismissal…

Back to basics,

And skip this matrix…

Unplug and kick it to the curb?

Absurd!

Jesus.

“I remember, back in the day

If you wanted to travel,

Wanted to play,

You just up, and fly away.”

“Like Wilber and Orville,

On a fast bike?”

“No son, you can’t

Imagine the like,

Of taking a jet

Clear out of sight!”

He said with a wistful

Look in his eye,

An unshed tear,

But he couldn’t cry,

In front of his grandson,

Who didn’t know why.

But long, long ago,

Before TSA, before 9/11,

And viral decay…

Before common sense

All flew away.

Begin where you are–

Here to there and back again.

Not the same, but new.

Random prompt…Journey without saying journey or travel…

1

2

3

4

Move along, little dowgies,

Er, uh, kitties

Move along more.

Feed and water,

Scoop, scoop, scoop.

Lint Roller roundup

For the whole troupe.

Two fetch, one rolls over,

Especially for treats.

And one eats bones

that a dog likes to eat!

Peekaboo, Junebug, Gomez, and Daisy

Laying around, just being lazy,

Until one wants to play

And the others go crazy!

And one that’s in love with a glass garden bunny.

We watch her snuggle and think that it’s funny…

It’s cheaper than counseling—cat shrinks cost money!

And then there’s the one that uses the can…

Yes, he sits there—at least that’s the plan

But we can’t get him to flush—just like a man!

Then as twilight fades and the stars all light,

We each have a snack and turn in for the night.

And four little furries cuddle me tight.