SoCS: Prose from the Pod

Brush me right there On the belly square Along the soft, creamy hair If you naively dare I’m going to stay right here Not to be cavalier, but… Don’t go near Queenie dear She’s up to something, I fear I command the brush, I say It is the pampering day Hold the hairspray Human, do not walk away In the shadows I shall hide With knowledge, abide In safety simplified From Ziva’s brand of homicide Brush me, brush me now!Read more

Silence

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”  ~Robert Lynd~ I’m as silent as I can be watching birds in a nearby tree So close and so near I can’t reach, though, I fear They delight in loudly mocking me I’m as still as I can be watching those damn birds flee I haven’t moved an inch At the window’s fringe I shall have one soon, I decree I’m no longer patient, youRead more

A Train Whistle and Longing

“The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train; except that the longing isn’t really in the whistle—it is in you.” ~Meindert DeJong~   I could hardly stand to be at work this past Friday. I was restless. It was a beautiful day – highs in the 70’s, low humidity, blue skies, sun. “Why am I here and not outside, on my bike?” On this beauty, I desperately longed for a ride.Read more

Weathering a Cold

The weather on Friday was nice To the outdoors it would surely entice But as I lay in bed With a cold in my head An open patio door would have to suffice “Who gave me this cold?” I cried As germs gave immunity a ride Whether Kleenex is flung or I cough up a lung Mucinex is swallowed with a deep sigh I had hoped the week wouldn’t end this way When a sore throat made itself known onRead more

Journey on Two Wheels

 On the menu today: Journeys, limericks, and alliteration. They traveled far and wide, on a concrete road Past the mountains, along the coast, the beauty of an ode Two wheels under the seat Carried them in a forward feat Iron motor moving to the music of a rider’s adventure told (Today’s response to 201 Poetry is an homage to my former days as a biker chick. I miss the journeys.)Read more