Friday, August 9, 2013



Words play in a glistening trough
bob and swirl through my mind
slip and slide as I try to grab
ones to convey my meaning

Turtle clock ticks minutes away
they reel out swiftly, catapult me
away from today not yet ready 
no precious time to waste

The dog wants to play 
the duck game
one of his favorites
after the squirrel game 

He pouts now as I type 
gone all evening he was alone
I alternate words with play
his life span shorter than mine
Sun sets sickle moon rises
three nights a Perseid Shower
words play in a glistening trough
if only I could put them together

1 comment:

  1. Ah, it is so hard when words don't co-operate as they should!!!