It snuck up on me
This advanced age—sixty-five
Like a stealthy thief
Bestowing wrinkles
Absconding with memories
Dimming my eyesight
And yet it feels right
Comfortable as old shoes
Or warm cardigans
Peace, people.
Sixty-five
Tag: haiku
Imposters
Quick burst of flavor
Ripe red cherry tomatoes
No two quite alike
This one like sugar
Unlike the fat squishy one
That falls a bit flat
One thing for certain
They taste nothing like cherries
I fell for that once
To Be (Succinct) Or Not To Be (Succinct)
Shakespeare once declared
Brevity the soul of wit;
All the world’s a stage
Succinct Hemingway
Manuscripts pared to bare bones
Never words to waste
Miss Jane Austin, though,
Played with epic paragraphs
Bursting at the seams
Advice for writers
Can we get our stories straight?
Be succinct, methinks.
Collateral Damage
My house is a mess
Cat’s toys scattered everywhere
Writer’s paradise
True story.
Peace, people.
A Watched Pot
Simmers, plays mind games
With clock’s tick tock suspended
Patience brings rewards
I’m not going to lie—I’ve become addicted to checking the Kindle Direct Publishing website once an hour to see if any additional copies of my novel, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, have sold. It’s like watching grass grow with occasional bursts of fecundity followed by long stretches of barrenness. Tons of fun.
Tomorrow I’m going to wrap Christmas presents, and ignore the KDP website. Yes I will. Maybe.
Peace, people.
Another Life
I rise each morning
Stretch and mumble, stumble out
Today’s a new day
Yesterday I wept
Today I sing a new song
Yet both sound the same
The tears keep falling
I’d have stopped them if I could
In another life
Points of View
He thought her lovely
Yet too stubborn to be tamed
His heart seemed shuttered
She feared he’d control
But desired him at all costs
Her heart was open
One passionate night
Lovers standing on the brink
Which way would they fall?
Okay, I started to look for photos of human couples to accompany this honestly awful bit of poetry, but adding the cats seemed to make it all better.
Meow, people!
When She Was Good
Awkward arrangement
A good girl, sometimes gone bad
That curl in her hair
What was it she knew
That being bad was okay
When the curl fell flat
And, when she was bad
She was oh so very bad
No nursery rhyme, this.
Peace, bad girls.
Closer
You might be my type
Tall and funny, smart and sweet
Too good to be true
Come closer, hold me
Like you did when we were young
So eager, so strong
Let this time suffice
If we never loved again
Leave me memories
Today Songs
Sit in the right here
A place that’s never been and
Will never again
Long for tomorrow
Recall fondly yesterday
Be still for today
The world unfolds yet
Time constraints define these lives
These beautiful lives
Praying for Eyebrowz 