"Delightful"

Delightful

What delights me?

Fashion.  First thought.

Not that you could tell.

By my wardrobe of shorts

and t-shirts. 

Earrings, I always wear earrings.

Fashion, makeup, scents, shoes

and bags. 

How could I forget handbags?!!

I spent ½ an hour in Penneys,

fruitlessly, recently.

Didn’t find anything to love

in my price range.

Maybe I’m silly, a little frothy,

but then again…

What delights you?

"Humpty Dumpty"

Humpty Dumpty

My heart breaks open

Like an egg

Fallen from a great height.

What once was an impervious shield

Crumbles

Because of gravity,

The coldness of human hearts,

All of the above.

I ooze onto the pavement,

Unable to do anything

To help myself or others.

The blood mixed into the yolk

And clear whites.

I’ll try to paint you a picture.

Like a dream, and my bed,

Dropping down an elevator shaft,

I wake myself up before impact.

(Behind the façade,

Cracks are everywhere.)

I would hug you tight,

Holding on for dear life,

If I didn’t think you’d break

Too.

Pampas Grass

Crochet Throw--Finished!

Gift for 2 little girls.  Took forever!  Now I need ideas for something to make for a little boy in my life.  Just not an afghan or throw!

"Lunch"

Lunch

We sit across the table

not really sure of each other.

It’s hard to make friends

after the 2^nd grade.

We’ve both been burned,

recently too.

So the plans we make

aren’t even tentative.

Just, we’ll meet again, soon.

McDonald’s seems an odd place

to talk about churches that aren’t really churches,

relatives that have us in a quandary,

the price of gas.

Where else can you get a burger for a buck?

In this small town, nowhere else.

So I drink my sugar Coke, a no-no.

And she dips into her sweet n’sour sauce.

She dominates the conversation.

I don’t mind.  It’s so nice to be asked to lunch,

I don’t even care.

Then I go home and take a nap.

This social butterfly is tired.

"Under the Dome"

This is a silly poem about a silly show I don't even watch.

Under the Dome

It’s closing in

It’s crushing us

What have we done

to deserve this fate?

The dome itself

just wants to be loved

wants a home

under the dome.

Purple egg

flashes bright

stars flash brilliantly

what a sight!

Into the cave

and out again.

They came back

to get their friends.

The plot has twists

the plot has turns

Where will they end up?

Will they ever get out?

In righteous anger

at the dome

whose only sin

to be alone.