A praying mantis crooks his arms, a tiny rosary in his claws.
The fan keeps time with the fridge, and I can't help but snooze.
I watch the lamps, myself, the dog, reflections in my broken TV.
Poofs of dog hair blow on the wooden floor, but I don't feel like sweeping.
A basket labeled "Misc." holds paper pictures...almost obsolete.
Whistle a little ditty while you drive me to the airport.
Hoschton, GA made the Guinness Record for the most scarecrows this year.
A boy ten years my junior tells me Footloose is "gay"--arrgh!
When I hang upside down, the world seems right side up.
7 comments:
Ginsberg is clapping/me too.
Excellent! The last one's my favorite but I really like them all.
Thanks guys! Good to "see" you Scot! Long time! You've been missed!
Yes the first and last grab me. Really well done. They're a lot trickier than they look, aren't they?
a cute write love these lines holly-
When I hang upside down, the world seems right side up.
I am curious what is the poems you write called? I think mine is abstract poetry..
I love this form because of the way it forces the writer to hone in on detail. You've pulled these off beautifully.
Thanks for visiting Dana!
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