8 April

The Empty Feeder

O Birds!

Where have you gone?
Why have you abandoned me?

It has been a week since I
Filled the seed to overflowing and
Hung the dome-topped cage and
Returned to my kitchen window
To wait for you,
To wait for the empty feeder.

But not like this!

Sunny Day

NC ZOO

With little effort we were
Off to the zoo.
Promises made to see
The giraffes first.
And Mommy wanted
To see the bears.

Too hot for April
The crowded park
Bustled and crushed
At times then gave way to
Clear views of
Slumbering creatures.

A four hour trek from
Africa to North America
And a rapid ride back
To the car in a
Zebra-striped shuttle.
Exquisite excursion.

6 april poem

Spring

One
Weekend
Away and
It's like the gray-
Brown dullness of the
Winter months has been swept
Under a new carpet of
Pale clean greenness and lacy light.
Spring snuck up while we were turned away,
And we are startled by nature renew'd.

Busy Tuesday

It's hard to find time this week to write. The girls are both on spring break and I'm more than just Mom at the moment. I guess I'm not doing anything new, just more of it all: taxi driver, social planner, chef, mediator, dictator... You know.

I'm trying, though.

cinquain for Pete & Lulu

my girls
muddy, dripping
squealing, playing, splashing
a Monday afternoon sprinkler
sisters

Wait! Don't Leave!

I have to admit that I was actually on vacation this past weekend and had to schedule 4 quick posts in a short time on Thursday to keep up with my commitment to post 1-a-day. The rest of the poems this month won't all be hurried like those were (some will, though) so stick around. Okay?

Another Limerick (sorry)

Dancing for the Dog

Our Abby, a sweet little pup,
We make her wait for her sup.
The first dance was a trial
If she'd wait for a while.
Now she won't eat unless we jazz up.


(again, sorry)

I Love This One

I've posted this three years in a row now, but I'm under pressure and needed a quick poem. I'll have more new stuff tomorrow.


The Monster Under My Bed

There’s a monster under my bed.
It’s furry with big orange paws.
Did you see it?
The tip of a whisker?
The orange tail?
The claws?!
It is really very frightening.
I’m scared!
Oh, what should I do?
I can hear it growling
And moving around under there too!!
Wait a minute...
Hold on…
What do you think?
How about that?
The growling sounds a lot like purring…
Silly me! It’s just my CAT

Show Me How to Do That!

Magic

Blow.
On my fist, blow.
Go on.
Oh! It’s gone!
But where?
Where can it be?
In your ear?
In your hair?
Behind your knee?
Oh, you got me!

Hey, It's April!

Know what that means? It's National Poetry Month. Who's up for writing with me?


April, the month, can be fun
With the flowers and warming spring sun
But I'm stuck in this place
On a poetic chase
Since my 1-a-day task has begun.


See. They don't have to be good. If you write too, let me know so we can link up!