Living creature, PAD 24-1, synchronicity

 Visitor

 

Eight-foot fence around our back yard

Does not deter our neighbor’s cat

He leaps

 

He scouts our yard for moving things

He looks at me with sideways glance

He comes

 

Beautiful long, blackish-brown fur

Plump, rather big for a kitty

He sits

 

At my feet, he rolls on his back

“Rub my fat belly,” he demands

I do

 

I tire and quit so he stands

But he lingers, hoping for more

Not now

 

I go back inside through glass doors

I look back, he stands, expectant

Questions

 

Aren’t you going to let me in?

Aren’t you going to adopt me?

Never

 

He turns and leaps over my fence

But days later, he’s at my feet

Hello

Response PAD 23-2, Poetic Bloomings, night, swap quatrain

 

A Poem of Praise

 

I look to You, almighty God,

You are perfect and I am flawed.

I know that You will see me through.

Almighty God, I look to You.s

 

I sing Your praise into the night.

You are the way, the truth and light.

You are worthy, my voice I raise.

Into the night, I sing Your praise.

 

With thankful heart, I come to You.

Appreciate all that You do.

You have been with me from the start.

I come to You, with thankful heart.

response PAD 23-1, night, Poetic Bloomings, stornello

 

My response to this awesome world is to write

Aim to live my life with vision, faith and light

To shine in the dark, like a star in the night

Night Poetic Bloomings, Sonnetina Tre, memory PAD 22-4

 

A Walk in the Night

 

That birthday, autumn, I had turned nineteen

We three friends decided to take a walk

But first, lasagna then cake and ice cream

A pleasant time to laugh, catch up and talk

 

Into the dark night, on a country road

We longtime friends, comfortable spending time

Our teasing and camaraderie flowed

He, neighbor since birth, she, classmate of mine

 

We didn’t know this walk would be our last

And a standout memory of my past

Memory, PAD 22-3, sonnet

 

Like a Song

 

I can’t believe that so much time has passed.

The twenty-five years have flown by so fast.

The first one who stayed with us, frail, and small,

She could not see, hear, talk or walk at all.

 

She weighed only thirty pounds, twelve-years old.

She was light enough to carry and hold.

Caused feelings that I’ve never felt before.

Somehow, she was one I grew to adore.   

 

She had such beautiful, big, dark-brown eyes.

And when she smiled, it came as a surprise.

She clearly favored a warm bubble bath.

Her life was certainly no primrose path.

 

She did not stay with us for very long.

Her memory still lingers like a song.

Memories, PAD 22-2, skeltonic

 Out of the House

 

Five girls, little room

Played outside sun or gloom

Snow, rain, thunder boom

Mom always with a broom

We ran the hills

Explored for thrills

Took our spills

Hot or chills

Took our hikes

Rode our bikes

Lots of yikes

Lots of likes

Sled in snow

On the go

Grass to mow

Firefly glow

Brilliant leaves

Tomato thieves

Torn shirt sleeves

Wild grass weaves

Swam in creeks

Rained for weeks

Laughs and shrieks

Squeals and squeaks

Climbed up trees

Stepped on bees

Skinned our knees

Memories

Memory PAD 22-1 Sijo

 

Rivers, sand, oceans, lakes, red earth, mossy trees, plains, mountains

Early travels countered the hills, creeks, and trees of Pennsylvania

Now, my old stomping grounds have become part of my travels