Rainfall in forest
begins softly as rumour
heard first by tall trees
Category: Haiku
Cat Tactics
having tried in vain
to wrest me from my slumber
small cat snuggles close.
Three Coins; Double or Nothing
I’ve tossed in one coin
over my shoulder, eyes closed
end over end, plop!
Wish made earnestly:
happiness for my grandkids.
with a taste of strife.
Next coin flies with ease
sails into fountained circle
carries second wish:
Please grant us peace now
on this earth we call our home;
celebrate all life.
One final coin soars,
skips across the still surface
one final grand wish
For three more wishes,
three more chances to change life,
double or nothing.
Grand Children
How wonderful are
the children of my children?
They are grand, indeed.
Smart, sweet, and sassy;
loving, amusing, and kind.
Cute beyond belief.
I’d tell everyone
that the kids take after me,
but I’d be lying.
Sick Euphemisms
seldom am i ill
now i’m green around the gills
under the weather
trying to refrain
from blowing copious chunks
feeling dyspeptic
weak as a kitten
way down in the old dumpster
sick as a puppy.
euphemisms all
describing one ugly truth
i feel craptastic.
Someone needs to sing Soft Kitty to me.
Margaritas
margaritas ha!
deceptively innocent
but pack a big bang!
frozen or on rocks
margaritas deliver
a mighty mean punch!
wish i could have one
but those margarita nights
played havoc with me. 
Peace, people!
Asleep
most wander, eyes closed
unaware, disconnected
under the radar.
should they awaken
would sanity desert them?
would walls come crashing?
here’s reality
crouching between dreams and schemes
undiluted truth.
Bee Confused
silly little bee
the daisies on my tee shirt
offer no pollen.
buzz on along bee
i’d rather not swat you, friend
but the flower’s fake.
blazing day heat bee
seek your blossoms in the shade
purple hibiscus.
Body of Work
she writes for herself
strange words, stranger ideas
maybe she’s crazy.
she writes poetry
searching for some symmetry,
imagery within.
she thinks in phrases,
bits and pieces whose sums are
greater than their parts.
Haiku City
I found this on Facebook this morning.
I believe it highlights the particular agony of writing haiku. It made me giggle.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 