In my Head

I had poetry in my head and then it was gone a faded background of orange, yellow, brown A pointed amber of light that would not help Where did the words go? Hiding in a glen of tallness or under cover of green canopy or hanging onto a noun with limbs I’m tired and can’t think My muse is here perky and sun-gold bright many spears standing at attention waiting for me to write something but nothing I did haveRead more

The “Gibbers” on Top

DP Weekly Photo Challenge: This week, share a photo of a detail that makes a good thing even better. I have a cat who loves to be on top of things, and I’m not talking about the status of the U.S. economy and foreign trade. Gibbs (a/k/a Gibbers or Gibbster) was rescued from a shelter that has no cages. He was in a room with three other cats, allowed to explore the vertical furniture and climb to new, exciting heights. WhenRead more

Jimi Sky

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky!” ~Jimi Hendrix~ This is not today Today is wet and gray This was yesterday A day to be outside, to play The sky was magnificent blue A slightly mystical hue The color rang true From this writer’s point of view The senses feel a high Something you cannot buy The bluest of blue’s dye This is Jimi’s sky.Read more

Vertical Light

Prone, face up, on the foam roller I lay. Assessing trigger point soreness, tired from a chilled winter’s day. Past rising shadowed wall, as I veer forty-five to the right, beyond the row of three switches the eyes grasp slim, vertical light. A photo op presents, In almost black and blatant white, with clever shades of gray. Not fifty, but a few of routine rite. To the left I roll and find the floor, stretching for the electronic brick. ARead more

A Gray Muse or Two

Gray Muse or Two, we know you so well. Of royal blood you are, not cats from hell. *The peanut gallery snickers*   This is your day to shine. to bask in the glow and gently purr. A challenge that pushes you front, to be Master Gibbs and Queen Demure. *The human owner unwillingly bows* Revel in the enormous moment Of 15-minute feline celebrity. The likes, the comments, the idolization, the followers on bended, adoring knee. *The peanut gallery findsRead more

It’s All About Her

It’s all about her. Ziva rules, Gibbs drools. Gibbs has been a naughty boy of late, more so than normal, so he’s taking a respite from celebrity. Ziva ponders the goings-on and noise over in the field. The “beep, beep, beep” of heavy machinery plowing earth woke us up at 6:30 am on a Saturday morning – a day when I prefer to “sleep in.” Costco is building next door. It’s apparent that Ziva, nor the remainder of the humans andRead more

What’s a Girl to Do?

It’s been a cold, gray and rainy Sunday. Temps are hovering at 34 F with a sturdy 20 mph SSW wind. So, what’s a girl to do with a dreary, lazy, no-reason-to-play day? The answer is clear. Snuggle under the covers and take a long nap. After the human stops taking photos, of course. And after the girl takes a whiff of the boy and urges him to leave her alone. Any other questions?Read more

Pauline’s Dream Revised

Back in August, 2014, I wrote a poem called Pauline’s Dream. You can read it HERE. For the Day 5 poetry challenge of Fog/Elegy/Metaphor, I chose to rewrite this poem and the words, but tell the same story. For those of you who are not regular readers, my mom is 95 and suffers from the effects of dementia. When Ben suggested fog as a mental state, this was a natural response. This is the place of my dreams, but itRead more

Dark Water

I signed up for Writing 201: Poetry. Yes, Margaret Rose, I know I’m mad. If you have been reading here at Mary J Melange, you know I occasionally poke an amateur finger at poetry. Much like writing itself, I have not studied this art in detail. I fly by the seat of my fleece-lined long underwear and shoddy black beret. Starting today, I am engaged in two weeks of poetry lessons and writing thanks to Ben and Denise at Word Press. What’s inRead more

Soft Pads in the Snow

He beckons to go out Placing soft pads and retracted claws on window Repeatedly Consistently Okay, out you go, gray moggie Out into the lengths of snow That covers three-fourths of the patio He exits and stops short of the white edge Sitting on the brown Looking Staring Questioning his next move And then the soft pad tests the white A nano second passes And the soft pad quickly retracts Disturbed Confused A decision is soon made The soft padRead more

Gray Day

The autumn colors are at or past peak. The trees are loosing their leaves. Today, the sky claimed puffy gray and a foreboding, breathy gray fell off one’s lips. Although the golds and reds remained cheery, the cackling geese betrayed the coming of November.Read more

Textural Shades of Gray

One can find texture in many places. While contemplating a nap before dinner with family, I found it in a sleeping cat’s belly. Soft, silky, furry, going-every-which-way textural shades of gray. Move over, Ziva darling, I want to nap too. ZZzzzzzzz…Read more