No poem for days. May be I have lost my zing! Like this polymer clay guy who seems sort of indefinite. Maybe tomorrow. (I shrug. :)
Showing posts with label Poems2024. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems2024. Show all posts
Friday, May 10, 2024
Friday, May 3, 2024
No restaurant like home
NO RESTAURANT LIKE HOME
Whole wheat and rolled oats with flax,
golden in the hot pan
cook one side then add to the top:
Red red raspberries, crunchy chopped walnuts.
Add remaining batter on top. Wait.
Wait some more. Flip. Wait. Then Flip some more.
When you think it might finally be cooked inside
Cut it in half and look. Make sure!
Get out the maple stuff.
Pour the coffee.
Be grateful.
Know how improbably lucky it is to have a meal at all.
- Mad Mar Mistryel Walker
Wednesday, May 1, 2024
The Hiding Habit
THE HIDING HABIT
When the world shouts obscenities
and the winds of change roar in the trees,
move low to the ground to the hiding place.
When fear is strong, pay attention.
Sit in stillness, in silence and listen.
Wait. Think. You don't have to move yet.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Purr to comfort yourself.
If you must move, be stealthy,
silent in the shadows, then return to safety.
When quiet evening finally comes - emerge.
Look around. Sniff the air. Stretch.
Give a wide yawn. Blink. You are still here!
Pay attention.
- Mad Mar Mistryel Walker
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When this photo was taken, the windows were wide open and there was a crew of roofers working on the block After a while I noticed my three cats were missing. I hunted under and behind everything until I found them. They were lined up in a straight row in the narrows behind a dresser, hiding from all the noise.
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