Tosca the Cat
The mezzo mouser twitches in sleep Chasing squeaking tenors with gray tails in a twilight opera She opens a cautious eye and stretches awake Off to prowl a barnyard curtain call confident of good...
View ArticleFlight
Cold winds advance Sweeping out the insect feast Of one mind, birds lift from lakes and trees Rising like a wintry yeast Feathered rainbows on certain course Fly south on ancient instinct’s wings To...
View ArticleLeaving
Savoring even your pre-dawn snores Before we roll off opposite sides of bed Like deep sea swells to different shores Cherishing your parting gaze Not caring if security detects a tear I thread the...
View ArticleEinstein’s Proof
All lovers know time’s not the same When parting as when meeting It speeds perversely to farewells And crawls when wanted fleeting Einstein’s proof though pages long Reduced to the same equation...
View ArticleGathering Time
Coming of age Youth recedes with all its Compelling purposes What purpose now? The future promises No lightningrod meaning No casual rewards No escape from the human condition My condition No longer...
View ArticleIn Response
Accused of youth in wisdom lacking My reply is simply asking: What’s youth in light of lives before Or gray wisdom’s worth if age be nothing more Than oft repeated folly? _________________ Copyright...
View ArticleNew Year’s Haiku
Snow flurry at dawn Waxing gibbous new year’s moon Loon cries cold comfort ________________ Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, January 2012. All rights reserved.
View ArticleEye of the Storm
Wind wails, fraught with ice White on gray the roiling bay Gulls remain, silent ______________________ Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, December 26, 2012. All rights reserved.
View ArticleJack Spratt Redux
Jack Spratt could eat no fat My husband rolls his eyes That lucky guy! For one day he should try My litany of allergies out for size No beef, no lamb, nor nuts at that Some fruits are even in cahoots...
View ArticleWhy Do You Care?
Out my window each night at the stars I would stare ‘Til the dawn lit the sky with its pastel fanfare With the moon I would talk, her light in my hair Her cratered eyes asked, Really why do you care...
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