Saturday, August 31, 2013

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.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Thursday, August 29, 2013

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.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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"!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Monday, August 26, 2013

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!

Sunday, August 25, 2013

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, August 24, 2013

Friday, August 23, 2013

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.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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)

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Sunday, August 18, 2013

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.

Friday, August 16, 2013

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.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

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?

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Monday, August 12, 2013

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.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

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. 

Friday, August 9, 2013

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.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

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!


Friday, August 2, 2013

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?