last night's storm

the unnamed storm has swept
the neighborhood
last night
and many trees have shed
their leaves
outright.

the kids came out this morning
gay and bright
they run
to catch the school bus
in their colored jackets
fast;

and as their shoes are stomping
in the puddles
and they splash,
their memories of the scare last night
will be dissolved in a brief discussion
by the traffic light

dance

the night is young
and they just learn to dance
as a pair to keep their balance
they are full of excitement
and sometimes fear failure
which makes them take careful steps
on a dance floor made of thin ice;

slowly their steps get smoother,
they seem to glide longer
their heart beats by no means softer
they are as beautiful
as intersecting comets on the night sky
till it dawns on them the dance is over
and they seal the magic with a bow to each other

dog tale

My dog is a mixed breed
a combination
between a poodle and a pig;
he has a fascination
with puddles
and ditches, cables and switches
and all little toys
he can fit in his mouth;
he's chewing on shoes
and he's chewing on books
he likes socks whether paired
or mismatched
and then to be forgiven
for all this sinful chewing
he'd steal a toothbrush
and use it intensely
to erase any marks
from his sparkling white teeth,
the sweet son of a pig!

image matters -draft

I am gonna pay you
and you should make me look good
cause I have learned
how image matters these days
to most folks
and you better work well
while your friend here
will build a foundation
to support a monument
to my perfect ego
of tomorrow.
do not worry about yourself
good man
I have though about you too
I will write your name
on the monument
you build for all of us,
for which I had the vision
and the means to bring it to life
and keep it
dancing
on the line of flotation
(will call it today
as a promise for tomorow).

SM post

I read a forum on selective mutism and found these interesting poems that let us glimpse inside a rich but different world. How can we reach inside and touch with warmth and give confidence?

(by rainbow)


1.
If i could talk
I would
If i wanted to
I should.

But i cant.

It's just not that
Simple.
Its not that
Easy.

I'd shout and shout
But no words would come out.

Why cant they see?
What is wrong with me?

2.
My world just aint the same
As those who can say a name.
I'm different
But nobody knows
Just how hard it is...

I want to speak like you
But you just aint got a clue.

The words are stuck.
There's no escape.
I scream, I scream
But
No sound i make.
It's true...
...I want to be like you.

3.
I'm happy being me
I cant talk
But i can see
What its like
For those like me.

Give us time
Dont shout
Just wait to see
What we're all about.

4.
Dont shout
Because we cant talk.
You wouldnt push those
Who cannot walk.

Just because you cannot see
What exactly is wrong with me.

Give me time
Give me a chance
Maybe one day
I will sing and dance...

love (again?)

love is at times
a river flowing;
sometimes
an ocean roaring;

a mountain to climb
an unavoidable valley;
a trip to make
a rest you need

on the trail you take
wherever you are headed
make sure that you walk
in harmony

among yourselves,
and the greater forest
make patience
build trust

give
forgive
dream
with the chose one

love is what you make of it
and you better take care
cause you are yourselves
part of it

spice world (working on it)

we live in a flavorful world
a mysterious world of spices
small but powerful,
tiny but able to leave memories
on a beach of bland foods
for our own tastebuds
and those of unexpected visitors
at the dinner table

I am trying to harness my dog
with the power of spices;
he just got his share
of black pepper on objects
he is not supposed to chew.
when have you though last
of the repressive powers of
spices? well trainers do :)

crooked haiku

the boss is always right
(or he just might)
I need some gin and tonic in the night
so I can write! write! write!