Softly tapping foot
Should signal my impatience
Yet here I still wait.
Drumming fingers, too provide
A clue I’m restless.
However no relief comes.
Waiting still. Patience.
Grasshopper, you sneak
Gobbling up every leaf
Destroying gardens
But you, too must eat to live
Just dine elsewhere, please.
I. Around the corner
Lurk petals ready to bloom.
Spring where have you been?
II. When robin first sings
All nature stops to listen
Welcome back my friend!
III. My heart is stirred by
Lengthening days, earth’s rebirth,
Warmth of soil and sun.
In response to The Daily Post’s daily prompt: if you could live anyplace else on earth where would it be? There is no doubt where I’d go.
I. Give me salt and sea
Let me wake to ocean’s roar
Guide my steps in sand.
II. Relentless waves shrug
Nudging shells onto soft sand
Here are her treasures.
III. Sunset on ocean
Mist caressing horizon
Capturing the light.
Peace, People!
Closing my tired eyes
I seek only peaceful sleep
Yet I am restless.
Picture By Stasiab
Wide awake at ten
Yawning bone tired yet alert. Sleep refuses me.
Lullabies might help
Come, softly sing to me love
Help me fall asleep.
http://youtu.be/LqB0inOziLM
If my cats knew how
Much pleasure I derive from
Watching them, they’d leave.
I. My man and I
Out for a
Cruise in the
Sunshine with the
Top down and the
Radio blasting our
Favorite tunes.
Damn, these
Florida
Winters are
Brutal.
II. Late winter sunshine
Indulging my contentment
Basking feels so right.
III. Snow where is thy sting?
My northern brethren know well
I revel in warmth.
Peace, people!
Nineteen days ’til spring.
Someone please tell the flowers
They have bloomed too soon
Four hundred plus hours
Winter’s hand stays in command
Do calendars lie?
We suffered our share
Of thirty degree days, at
Least three by my count.
Today though, sun reigns
Warding off the brisk chill of
Florida’s winter.
And those who survived
Are made stronger still by that
Which has not killed us.
A little sarcasm on this Tuesday. Forgive me for basking in this beautiful day.
Peace, people!
I. favorite number
five; superstition dictates.
i am a child born
on the fifth day of
the tenth month, a multiple
of five. mystical.
Photo from HowardDavidJohnson.com
II. give me five, one hand
thrust open in greeting, slapped
up high, down low, slide
across palms touching, friendship
displayed playfully.
Photo by David from Society 6.
III. ring ’round the rosie
pocket quite full of posey,
all but five fall down.
a circle drawn in
childish games mocking death’s role
In childhood forgot.
Jeu d’enfants a Riquewihr-1920’s -Alsace-Robert Doisneau
Thunder closely sounds
Following bursts of lightning
Cats cower ‘neath beds.
Wild flashes of light
Stark reminders of power
Streaking earth to sky.
Imagine life as
A superstitious caveman
Scared witless by storm.
Storm sweeps vividly
Strafing swaths of timbered ground.
Skies burst brilliantly.
I taught math to fifth and sixth graders. My mind has been warped ever since. The evidence follows in haiku:
Ninety degrees are
Also known as right angles
Angles most correct.
Obtuse angles are
Geometry’s friendliest
Shapes. Always open.
An acute angle
Isn’t necessarily
Attractive, my friend.
Perpendicular
Lines meet briefly at one point
Think intersection
Parallel lines seem
So lonely, these lines never
Touch, never will meet.
Geometry has
No irregularity
Like haiku, rules rule.
Quadrilateral:
Polygon having at least
Two lines parallel
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