Sunday, August 30, 2015

Phoenix Rising Wars

Morning Wars

She must have heard my room door creak
For she’d be waiting at my chair
The war would start with laptop there
Between her ears I’d have to peek
While stroking fur so soft and sleek
I’d try to nudge her to the side
But she would move where screen would hide
The battles drove me clear insane
But I would like to fight again              
I sure miss Snickers since she died

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Another unpoem

In Case You’re Wondering

When I don’t have time
to write a poem
I just type empty thoughts
and call it good.
This, my dear readers,
is how I manage
to write a poem a day.

For 8 28 15

Unpoem

This is one of those days
When poems are stuck somewhere in the ether
No images, insights or inspiration
No muse, meditations or manifestations
No angst, anxiety or aspirations
Just a glaring to-do list
Shouting, “Forget the poetry!”

Thursday, August 27, 2015

PA gripe

Writer’s Gripe

I’d write if I had time.
It’s nice you have something to keep you busy.
Why don’t you get a real job?

You have 24 hours like I do.
I have plenty to keep me busy, thank you very much.
I’ve got a real job, how about you?

Poetic Asides gripe

Passing the Buck

I called the doctor
to have her call the pharmacist
for a refill of my medicine.
The answering machine
said to call the pharmacist
and have him fax a request.
I called the pharmacist
and he said to have the doctor
call in an order.
It reminded me of when I was a kid
when I wanted to do something
Mom said, “Ask Dad,” and
Dad said, “Ask Mom.”
I’d say, “Dad, Mom said it was okay,
if you say it’s okay.”
That usually worked.
I wonder if it will work
with the doctor and the pharmacist.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Hiking

Almost There

I huffed and puffed
up the switchbacks
of the Hope Lake trail
while the woman with me
hiked with ease.
A person passing us said,
“Are we almost there?”
My hiking partner assured her
“You’re almost there.”
After the hiker was gone,
my friend said, “I lied.”
I didn’t have much faith
in her after that
when she said,
“It’s just around the corner.”

Aug 24th hike

Hope Lake

It was worth hiking up
thirty-some switch backs
to meet the mountains
up close and personal.
To see the strips of falls
snaking their way down
vertical slopes.
To watch the clear stream
rushing over rocks through
reddish-orange Indian paint brush,
yellow violets,
deep purple lupine.
Thank You Lord
Creator of it all.