The Mushroom Suit

The Mushroom Suit

 

Now I lay me down to rest

This mushroom suit will look the best

 

They put me only three feet down

To leave me here then went to town

 

I had to die I was quite old

There’s no regrets I was quite bold

 

My life was large I got around

My stories will indeed be bound

 

These mushrooms chew and eat bad stuff

Our toxic world has made things rough

 

I didn’t want to leave a mess

To take up room in a big old dress

 

So here I lay and start to blend

Into the earth I’ll never end

 

My word to you you’re gonna go

So plant no junk just loving glow

 

TobeTT  # 8

Grandma’s Trees

Grandma’s Trees

 

Two pears for the sisters

A crab for the boy

Three purples for the triplets

And a maple for Leroy

 

The pear trees flowered early

The crab tree not so much

All purples were together

But the maple had the touch

 

The crab tree was in trouble

Pears’ blooms were first rate

The purples lasted longest

Leroy’s maple looked just great

 

August leaves peaked true green

All but crab enjoyed the look

Leroy’s maple hinted orange

The first season in the book

 

Grandma ever hopeful

She would wait another year

And give the crab a special brew

And pray the leaves appear

 

Over years the trees grew taller

When the cousins gathered here

To sit beneath the crab’s deep shade

And feel their Grandma near

 

TobeTT  #7

Shotgun Riders

Shotgun Riders

 

The rusty old pick-up

Holding up ladders

Is parked behind the barn

Worn tool belt on the floor

Buckets with brushes rest

On paint splattered seats

 

After he died they came

To my kitchen table

Each remembering their

Time as his shotgun rider

To unload, to work, to pack-up

Always talking about the game

 

Autumn setting up at deer camp

Chores completed with precision

They sat at his table to share

Beer, smoke, tell tall tales

Of youth, women, near-misses

Laughter connecting them

 

Decades passed while

He and the old truck kept on

Shotgun riders came and went

Now belonging to myths retold

At my kitchen table they sit

Next to his chair and weep

 

TobeTT # 6

Cookie Moon

Cookie Moon

 

Cookie moon a golden sliver

Dark chocolate eclipse

Smells like Grandma’s kitchen

Loaded with comfort

First bite chewed quickly

Lingers between teeth

Bite the dark side of the moon

Save the bright side

For twinkling chilled milk

 

TobeTT  #5

Front Door Nester

Front Door Nester

 

It sat upon the front door light well made

Needing to move the roost before the eggs arrived

 

The human carried the empty nest to the barn

Settling it down on a rough hewn beam

 

Instructing the mother-to-be kindly yet firmly

To find a more convenient place for the children

 

Overnight the nester built a new grand liar

Straw and mud anchored to the same black lamp

 

Resigned she was allowed to stay as the human

Studied robin gestation and maiden flight

 

The doorway remained dark four weeks

Using the old porch door an inconvenience

 

Respectfully observed the babies arrived

Fed by a proper mother working full time

 

Feathers filled in on popping heads

Exposed wide mouths lusted for food

 

It would be a Friday the human surprised

Grieved the empty nest

 

TobeTT  #4

Almost Clean

Almost Clean

 

The old farmhouse windows painted shut

Wavy glass with four panes held together

By hardwood strips shedding white flakes

 

Air inside in measured climate

No breezes visit bringing a clean draft

Bugs enter through unnoticed cracks

 

It is the floor dust she ponders when

Making the queen bed each day

New showings of endless shades of gray

 

Occasionally vacuumed and always

Reached for to drop in the waste

Fuzzy clumps swept with a toe to grab

 

Where does this come from she demands

Out loud to no one but the house

Sealed windows are not talking

 

Not willing to ask friends generously

Blessed with cleaning ladies who

Work only with understandable motes

 

That she be judged for her corners

Queries to the old walls reflect not a

Concern for tidiness nor hygiene

 

It is her curious mind needing to solve

This mystery of immigrant fragments

If only to keep the house almost clean

 

Tobe TT  # 3

Spider Widow

Spider Widow

 

How often I told you things

All the time a running conversation

Out loud even when apart

We talked for twenty years, always

 

When the dog died we mourned

For she was our stream of consciousness

Wondering what she was doing and

Thinking of us, our dear mother

 

Then you died months later

Leaving me without a living creature

To volley my thoughts and observations

Creating a sudden halt to my being

 

There was no one to care the blue house

Had been painted green or sold or still there

That the neighbor’s cat visited our yard

While the crows watched from the maple

 

I have taken to sharing with window spiders

Who care little of my opinions

But keep their distance while I explain

The Universe as I see it

 

Tolerating my tearful moments

We have established a useful truce and

I must admit I appreciate the company

Their wisdom to allow me the stage

 

TobeTT  #2

Glassy-Winged Sharpshooter

Glassy-Winged Sharpshooter

 

Magical dragon easing translucent wings

On warm summer breezes

Allowing flora to breath while

Puffs of seeds whisper

 

But alas the winged sharpshooter

Holds little beauty bestowed

With dark beetle body

Suggesting an awkward dance

 

Without reverence for gardens

This leafhopper offers sticky goo

Painted on sweet red grapes

To ruin the Green Man’s wine

 

Tobe TT   #1

All Poets Eve

Wishing all an inspired Summer Solstice.  I look forward to sharing this experience and creative space with all of you.

namaste

Tobe in Vermont

a dozen will have to do

a dozen will have to do

I will cross the finish line

far behind all you folks

I was needed as Grandma

A most precious dear post

 

Twelve poems on the books

Though a true dozen short

Too late for the deadline

I am sad to report

 

Bravo to the poets

Who finished this task

Understand that I tried

Is all that I ask

 

Though my notebook’s half empty

No certificate here

Know the writing was healing

And I’lll see you next year

 

 

 

 

 

 

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