Inspiration...(National Poetry Month #15)

There! Quickly!

Did you see it?

Out of the corner of my eye.
Moving quickly.

Could you hear it?

Whispering.
Like a secret.

Just beyond my fingertips.

Almost caught it.
Just out of reach. 

Searching.

Listening.
Grasping.

Maybe tomorrow...

Bonus Haiku (National Poetry Month #14)

Dinosaur or bird?

Pterodactyl or heron?

Flight of fantasy.

............

It's not you. It's me.

She nodded in agreement.

It always had been.

.............

Rain after the sun.

A chill after the heat wave.

 Spring keeps us guessing.

Puzzling... (National Poetry Month #13)

She looked at the box

Then looked at what she had

Some of the earlier pieces weren't perfect

If she could go back and start again

Maybe they would be smoother

She mentally shuffled them around

Thought about moving a few to different places

Or maybe move them out of the picture all together

Then her puzzle would look like the picture

It would be closer to perfect

But when she looked at the box

Really looked at the picture of the puzzle

She realized that though it was smoother, more perfect

The problem was when you moved the pieces

It stopped looking like her

Reincarnation...(National Poetry Month #12)

When I come back I want to be a cat.

Graceful. Strong. Fierce.
Stalking a jungle.
Or sleeping on a couch.

Big or small. Lion, leopard, house.
I want to be a cat.

He smiled at her.
I cannot imagine what I would be.
Being here with you. This is all.

I believe I have reached the top.

This is my highest form.
My luckiest moment.

She smiled at him.
And then he saw,

She already was the cat. 

The gleam in her huntress eye.
The flash of fang at her lip.

And still he was content to be the mouse.

Predator... (National Poetry Month #11)

Like a hawk...
Circling, watching

Like a panther...

Stalking, pacing

Around in circles

Watching for movement

White lights in the red

Closer, closer, closer

Finally she gave up.
Nothing close was free

Only back row spaces

Too far to walk

She would go to the gym another day....

Angry poems... (National Poetry Month #10)

So persecuted

Having to share protections

Equality hurts

Bigots hide behind

Religion and trite phrases

Jesus would be sad

Men worry about pee

Telling me which stall I use

Bored with vaginas?

Your bible doesn't

Tell me where I should go pee

You shouldn't either

Jesus said "go two"

So ask what would Jesus do?

He would add cupcakes.

Hatred shouldn't be

Hidden behind backward laws

Time for a new job.

Optimism lost

Looking for a soul recharge

Turn off the T.V.

Don't bet against love.

Open your heart and your mind

Me, you, them? All we.

! ...(National Poetry Month #9)

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