SOCs: Soul vs. Sole

A warming soul Thaws into a puddle For a day Amid a sun’s swaddling Amid a cloud’s pouring Enveloped in glorious fifty And, then Ridges of a sole Hurry across frozen For a day Amid the pewter clouds Amid a snickering snowfall Enveloped in unwanted thirty Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus pointsRead more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

SoCS: A Firm Grip

I have a firm grip on blogging But I don’t Squeaking in a post, barely time to visit you I have a firm grip on exercise But I don’t Too tired, too lazy, too cold I have a firm grip on home filing But I don’t Piling up in the closet, higher and higher I have a firm grip on reading But I don’t Too many books, the list never-ending I have a firm grip on chefing But I don’tRead more

THEY are…

“Who’s the Baby?” ~Iliza Shlesinger~ She is The cuddler The one who lays against me and vibrates I cannot hold her in my arms but I love her still I cannot rub the squishy beige belly but willingly it’s offered She is The snoring machine The one who loudly makes her way through sleep The queen of her cat kingdom The Baby   He is The social one The one who kneads biscuits from human flesh I can hold himRead more

SoCS: Tins of Memories

Tin of mom’s pecan fingers Clove-pierced ham Cinnamon and butter yams Brandy-soaked fruitcake Tastes of Christmas gone by Tinseled, ornamental tree Magical lights of color Ruby red poinsettia Presents not quite hidden Sights of Christmas gone by Tinkly angel candle chimes Noisy jingle bells Choirs praising His birth Ripping wrapping paper Sounds of Christmas gone by Tinged by melty marshmallows and chocolate Incense of midnight mass Piney needles of a fresh-cut tree Dough, sugar, butter baking in the oven SmellsRead more

Dear Santa,

This Christmas… I have a very long wish list, but it’s not all for me I do not desire pretty boxes under the faux needles of a tree I do not desire jewelry, a new bike or clothes or an expensive SoundTouch system they call Bose No, my list is for the intangible things that only the heart of Santa can bring The miracles that make small children beam and the positivity that encourages people to dream The things youRead more

The Door from Which I Waited

The door from which I sat on the other side The door from which I waited to be loved The door from where I looked at you All of you with longing green eyes I verbally begged you Please turn the handle of the door and take me home Love me Feed me Rescue me from the green walls and the barrier of wood and glass You kept walking by I kept pleading Then… SHE walked up to the doorRead more

The Other Side

“They say stay in the lines, but there’s always something better on the other side.” ~John Mayer~ I made it to the other side On my ride Last one of the season I reasoned This may be true The sky shod its blue Days turned to chill as the rider turned ill Could there be more For a bicycle whore Another warm day Before fall goes away To get to the other side And ride outside the lines This postRead more

It’s Monday Again…

Monday again Five am the alarm gently wakes Crap! I cover my head Five-oh-five The paw pleads with his master Get up! Resistance is futile Five-ten the alarm seems louder Shut up! One leg over, then two Five-fifteen Moving, trudging, still waking Yeah, yeah, yeah… Two days went too fast Five twenty Hungry cat cries Feed me! Turn on the light, fill the bowls Five twenty-five Make the bed, scoop Stinky cats! Wash face, brush fangs Five thirty-five Must doRead more

SoCS: Precious

Precious Is the congregation of people under a church’s steeple in a mosque praying in a temple Precious Are the poor and meek and technology geek daughters of the rich sons of middle class Precious Multi-colored range of hues those whose boundaries refuse to hate the hateful or exist with intolerance Precious Righteous sinners lottery winners the far-flung right and the liberal left Precious Moms, dads, sisters, brothers grandpa, grandma, plenty of others family and friends acquaintances, neighbors Precious WisdomRead more

Lately, Today

Not sure what to say today Lately, it’s like this most often rainy, dreary, no sun blah missing Vitamin D One day last week it appeared blue sky crispy crunchy air fading greens, bright yellows I walked the autumn path The morning sky soulful breathtaking at peace when there is sun The morning rain dark and inky gloomy moisturizing mottling traffic lights On a bright day the sandhills visit trumpet their song of migration then fly away She barely escapedRead more

My Next Cat

“If cats could talk, they wouldn’t.” ~Nan Porter~ Oh yeah? My next cat is going to be mute, I swear So that he is unable to voice despair My next cat will not utter a yowl or voice his neediness with a howl My next cat will not cry at night and respond to my obedience with delight My next cat will not utter a kitty word even when stalking a chirping bird My next cat will be quiet asRead more