Belted Serpent

Half coiled,
the scales of the braided leather
are camouflaged
in the weave of the carpet.

I don't realize
the danger of
the bedroom floor terrain
until it is too late -
OUCH!

The bucklemouth
strikes
my foot.

Tea for Two

Peppermint tea
sears and cools
my mouth
while his words
do the same
to my soul.

Impatient Patient

I am early,
Dentist is late.
Dumb magazines
Are my fate.

 Mouth wide open,
Cheek and gum numb.
Maybe those magazines
Weren't so dumb.

Wee Wednesday "Weaders": Police Pair (A Poem in Two Voices)

Call 9-1-1
I answer the phone

                                      You may meet me
                                       In a speed zone
                We work to help you.
                             
                                        And keep the peace.
We are here for you.
                We are the police.

Huge THANK YOU to this week's "Weaders", Bill and Christina, for being excellent police department employees and wonderful "weaders"!

Writer's Block

I'm stumped,
I can't think
Of a poem
That doesn't stink*.

(*including this one)

Crickets in the Kitchen

Crickets in the kitchen -
Under there?
I hear them here
And everywhere!

Flashlight drawn,
I check around.
I'll keep looking
'Til they're found.

Incessant chirping -
I can't sleep!
But by sunrise,
Not a peep...
Ugh!

Book Bookmark

Book in book,
That's how I roll.
"You'll break the spine!"
Mom's so droll.

I look closely...uh-oh,
The spine is cracked.
Maybe Mom's right?
I give my head a smack!

Saturday Chores

Music boom-boom-booms
As I do my  chores.
My hips boom-boom-boom,
As I mop the floors.

Three Little Words

"I am sorry" is just
water mist
hovering
between two people -
one waits for amends,
the other, forgiveness.

The apology means
nothing
without both.

Smell Ya Later

As the jogger
runs past me,
his fragrance
lingers.

Wee Wednesday "Weader": Back to School Blues

Homework stress,
Deadline dread.
Do test scores matter
When I'm dead?


Monumental thank you to this week's "Weader", Colleen, for taking time out of her studying to share a glimpse into her world of academia.  :o)

Test Results

The bright red
mark
on my test -
a five letter
separation
between
praise or punishment.

Late Night Laps

Darkness 
shrouds
the glowing ripples.

Splash,
splunk, 
and 
heavy breathing
are the only 
sounds
coming from 
the sleek 
form
gliding 
through
the liquid blue.

Back and forth.

Up and back.

Night swimming.

Cloud Burst

drip
drip-drop
drip-drop-splat
rain falls
fast and fat

Late

The school parking lot 
is deserted -
not a car, 
bike, 
teacher or child
to be seen. 

Except her. 
  A hunched form 
huddled 
behind the planter, 
shadowed and forlorn.
 My daughter
whom I've kept
waiting.
 
I roll to the curb.
She gets in
without a word
and we drive
to the ice cream shop.

  We share
a Chocolate Chip
apology.

Red Ripe Who Am I

I wear a green beret,
With a stem tassel.
I'm a dimpled fellow,
Eaten without hassle.

When ripe I'm red,
Sticky, juicy, sweet.
High in Vitamin C,
I'm great to eat.

Who am I?

Swinger

swing to
swing fro
swing high
swing low

legs straight
legs bent
weightless
I went

Doll Timeout

My new doll
Is so small
I hide it
Under my shawl.

Took it to school,
Which I thought was cool,
But my teacher didn't -
Guess I'm the fool.

Now I pout,
Doll's on timeout.
Mom's gonna be mad
When she finds out.

The Overnight Low Is the Runner's High

Cool, 
crisp air 
pushes against 
my face, 
my arms, 
and my bare legs. 

Goosebumps form, 
a tingly sensation.
They egg me on,
"Get moving already." 

Shadows 
are long 
as the sun barely 
peeks over the mountains 
allowing just enough 
light to jog.  

Stretching, 
yawning, 
willing myself to start, 
I find my rhythm 
and jog through 
the morning's 
lowest temperatures. 

My goosebumps 
eventually 
morph to beads 
of sweat.  

Workout 
done 
before the day 
has barely begun. 

Cuddle Time?

Smushed on me,
A furry lump.
Not so sweet
When it's a rump.

August June Bug

Across the path,
Square and stout.
June bug rumbles,
Green wings shout.

Among insects,
He looks a thug -
A big scary
Humvee bug.

Birthday Bash

candles
cupcakes
memories
we make

Happy 10th Birthday to my sweet Maureen!

Wee Wednesday "Weaders": We Are Dancers (A Poem in Two Voices)



We wiggle,
                                                  Our arms swing.
We giggle,
                                                   Our feet fling.
We bend deep
                                                  And stretch big.
We skip, leap,
                                                   And do a jig.
Our hips twist,
                                                    We love to prance.
                       We raise our fists,
                       We love to dance!
 Massively HUGE thank you to this week's "Weaders", Alexa and Emily, for dancing their way into our hearts. These are two MAD talented dancing sisters!


Inflation

Find a penny,
My lucky day!
Buy candy?
Not enough to pay.

5K Challenge

Heavy breaths,
Red faced.
I run the course,
Steady paced.

Fruity Question

Dressed in
yellow,
green,
or red,
I compliment
a variety
of bread.

I am firm,
crisp,
and sweet.
I'm the perfect
lunchbox treat.

Who am I?

Can't Get Up

alarm
snooze
alarm
snooze

alarm
snooze
alarm
I'm late blues