Dark as a Rose

A storm within a storm within a storm within a Rose

A lily without her pad…forever sinking

So, what is in a name Rosie?

With your whirlwind of violent voices…jading and shading your blood red petals

I hear your claim to be quite alright

But I see your thorns routinely sharpened…just out of spite

Requies-Cats

The great charm of cats is their rampant egotism, their devil-may-care attitude toward responsibility, their disinclination to earn an honest dollar. In a continent which screams neurotically about cooperation and the Golden Rule, cats are disdainful of everything but their immediate interests.

Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat-No worthier a cat ever sat on a mat, or caught a rat! Requies-cat! John Whittier

Cemetery Vs. Graveyard

I love a good cemetery and/or graveyard.

I feel safe there.

Safer than with living beings.

FYI- The difference between a cemetery and a graveyard? A graveyard adjorns a church and a cemetery does not. Which means you can bury ashes in a cemetery…you cannot in a graveyard.

That Is Just the Way It Is?

‘that is just the way it is…’

I watch you say…through my native eyes

Just a private conversation with kindness and hate

How long before…

‘that is just the way it is…abates?’

A generous thief…this loathing

But when all is said and not done…

I say to hate, it does not pay to live like that…

With both feet in the past

Mother and Her Nature and Beauty

What beauty can be…

a lone mushroom

a barren tree

or some ragged weeds.

Mother and her nature do not judge my scars…

skinned lines that carried me so far.

Nor am I aware of discretions while I scamper towards her majesty.

….

I can stammer my words of poetry

often erratic

often loose like a noose.

Yet, Mother and her nature…decide my needs.