I can’t see a thing
A total absence of light
Curse these sunglasses
poetry
Sleeping on a cruise ship.
The water carries me
Down a gentle path lit by the Moon
As the ship gently rocks me to sleep
While casting my worries far behind
The million-dollar haiku.
playful fields of blue
there, that’s the winning haiku
now give me the cash
One-touch poetry.
As you compose your text messages your phone tends to suggest words you’re likely to use next. In some cases it’ll even suggest words you’ve used before. That got me thinking about what it would be like to create poems using nothing but these suggested words. As I write this I have no idea how these poems will turn out, but there’s only one way to find out. I’ll start each poem with a word of my choosing and then I’ll select from the words suggested by my phone to build the rest of the poem. Here goes…
LOVE
Love the kitchen to finish
Making it hurricane season
And then go out tonight
Man Condemned
LIFE
Life is the perfect antidote
For our house to bring to
Work with lunch at my chest pain
Or maybe free air in to the next colorful picture
Of the store before heading back
And then plan for go to work tomorrow
MUSIC
Music lovers will enjoy and walk away
And then go out to the right
I need to sit down and walk
And then plan for you too
Ugh. From now on I’ll just write my poems the old-fashioned way.
I completely understand.
I can understand how you are feeling
I’m hoping you can start healing
But at least I did have
A much-needed laugh
When your birthday cake flew to the ceiling
Two cats.
I have two cats
One I can see
When my eyes are open
And the other
When my eyes are closed
Eulogy for Roxie.
The day I met you
At the shelter
There you were
Pacing in your cage
Showcasing your sweetness
And presenting a solid case
For why I should adopt you
We clicked
And then made a deal
I would rescue you from this place
And you would rescue me from my loneliness
So began your life at your new home
Your bigger world
You lived a good life
Of climbing on my shoulders
Fueling your addiction to catnip
Chasing those red dots
And being my own therapist
With your purrs of wisdom
And now you are gone
Leaving me in my sorrow
Along with one comforting thought
Out of all the cats at the shelter
I’m glad that I chose you
And that you chose me
I will always treasure
The love we shared
That will live forever
Sleep well, Roxie
You will always be
My favorite cat
