Showing posts with label Friday 55. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friday 55. Show all posts

Friday, November 27, 2020

Thankful 55

I love this time of year
when the land
gathers itself
preparing
for its long, cold sleep
 
when the leaves
no longer hide
the structure of
 the trees
 
and the work of
autumn
is complete
 
I love the small
points
of light
and warmth
in the darkness
 
I love
the reminder
of vastness
beyond myself


These are 55 words chosen and arranged for Verse Escape where Hedgewitch carries on the kick-ass tradition of the Friday 55 that was started by Galen, a most kick-ass human.  
 

Friday, October 30, 2020

Friday 55 - Catwalk



I live in the country.
I have a barn, and barn cats.

The cats come with me on my walks.

I walk a long way and they have short legs.

Summer get so blasted hot,

and the winters get bitterly cold.

 

I tell them to go home

but of course, being cats,

they don't listen.

                       


 

This is for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape who carries on the good work of Friday 55 started by Galen.

Friday, October 23, 2020

Friday 55 - Of Cats and Cars

Some days I feel
like a slinky, black cat
tiptoeing gracefully through life
feeling sleek and
mysterious,
giving you
a knowing wink
 
Then there are days
when I feel as if
someone put sand
in my gasoline,
chuffing
and sputtering,
hardly able to work
my eggbeater hairbrush,
about to break down
at any moment.

Friday, October 16, 2020

Good Friday 55

It’s Friday.
but no fish on Fridays
people have turned it into
a celebration,
a treat.
Now we look forward
to Friday fish fry. 

                                                 
Perhaps we were not made
for a severe, vengeful god
but for a god of
delight in the wonders
of this world.     
when ordered to make a sacrifice 
How amazing that?


Saturday, October 3, 2020

Friday 55 - Otis


My blind dog whines
because he wants me to play tug.
He does not whine
when he bumps into the door frame,
or the chair I forgot to push in.

And if I make him stay home
when I go somewhere
he always welcomes me back
with doggy exuberance
and more love than I deserve.

This is for the Friday 55 at Verse Escape.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Friday 55 - Look Out



I think one day
the world will be taken over
by grey haired, women poets.
They are a radical bunch
eloquent, but enigmatic
with their coffee and tea and gin
their gardens, their books
and their views
that society should
be tipped on its head.
So, if you’re at the top
brace yourself
because it’s coming.


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