Poetry Blogs (neighbors)
Honey Boy was a wonderful cat.
Honey- orange in color,
he loved to stay home
and play with the children,
frolic with our beagle
or purr on our laps.
Sometimes he stayed out late
for nighttime romances,
but he always came home
eager for food and a cozy bed.
Over the years he mellowed
with a touch of grey here and there.
He left on a summer night
and never returned for...
Thursday 9th April 2020 2:04 pm
"Ooo, can I see?" she asked with a grin
I had no choice but to let her in
I had opened the door a bit too wide
And she was able to peek inside.
What she saw was really nothing
But, she just had to make it something.
Her nosiness was quite well known
In the neighborhood and around the town.
Always snooping in a friendly way
"I've just come for a visit!" she would say
Sunday 31st March 2019 1:30 pm
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, mi...
Sunday 4th January 2015 10:42 pm