Weather Vane

You’re not vain,
Weather vane,
You probably think
I know more
Than you do.
But you rock,
Weathercock.
You know more about,
The weather than,
I do!
I do!
I do!

Zombie Poetry

These words.
Yes, these words,
Right here.
Right now.
They have to get out.
Out of my head.
Otherwise,
They’ll eat away
At my brain.
Like zombies.

(Happy Halloween)

Rainbow Maker

I see rainbows dancing on the walls,
Although I am not high.
I see them dancing merrily,
And I happen to know why.
I put a Rainbow Maker there.
Right in the sunny window where,
It brings delight,
By changing light,
Into rainbows,
Rainbows everywhere.

It Was a Tree

It’s hard to see, but it’s a stump,
That disintegrating lump.
But long ago it was a tree,
Standing there majestically.
So tall it seemed to never stop.
Too high to really see the top.
Now it sits and decomposes,
Sprouting plants like wild roses.
It’s taken back by nature now.
Recycled as only she knows how.
But it was a tree that used to grow,
Cut down by loggers long ago.

The Sea is Us

The sea is us.
It’s in our blood.
We came from it,
Out of the mud.
It’s in our eyes,
And in our skin.
The same chemistry within.
From Earth we came.
To it we go.
Like the tide we ebb and flow.
And just like us,
Earth has a heart.
Never stopping once it starts.
It is the sea.
Like symmetry,
I’m made of it.
It’s made of me.

PROBLEM SOLVING

Barbro is my woman,
I am Barbro’s man,
We have our little problems,
But we do the best we can,
When problems get too big,
We stick our heads into the sand,
And laugh and drink and dance and sing and shout “Strike up the band!”

This May Hurt

This may burn
But it’s your turn.
I’d like to know
What really happened
Between the two of you.
And why she
Spent my childhood
Trying to make me
Hate you.
Did you ever
Really love her?
Because I know
That she loved you.
She told me clearly
How you were
Sincerely
The great love
Of her life.
She was your wife.
So how did she
End up hating you?
She told me
How devastating
Taking us and leaving was.
Especially because
She knew you never
Loved her.
How you shoved her
And her love away.
And how she cried.
I’ve heard her side.
Now it’s your turn.
I’d like to hear from you.

TO MY OLDER BROTHER

What would have been
If you had been?
Would I have been another?
Chances are small,
I’d exist at all,
Let alone as the young brother,
But if you had lived too,
One thing is true,
I’d have a different name,
My identity,
The stuff that makes me me,
Nothing would be quite the same,
All the clothes that I’d own,
All those rooms alone,
I would have shared them with you,
The things that life throws,
Well only goodness knows,
What we’d have made our way through,
But it isn’t that way,
For on Delivery day,
For reasons that we can’t explain,
You arrived on our shore,
For an hour, no more,
And then suddenly were gone again,
And so we never met,
Not even once, yet,
I think of you often I find,
Coming to grips,
With could be’s, and what if’s
You were brother in more than my mind.

SWEDISH WEATHER

Just wind and rain,
No hurricane,
Sweden doesn’t do dramatic,
The wet and cold,
Have taken hold,
Of today’s weather schematic,
Sweden reaps praise,
In many ways,
But rarely for events climatic.

Ch..ch..ch..changes!

Here she is, the face behind the name. I recently changed my hair from blonde to red and I like it much better. The bottom picture is of my sweet little cat, Cinnamon. I had just brought her home from the vet a few minutes earlier. Despite the fact that she just had several teeth pulled, she was so happy to be home she was rolling and purring like crazy. She would walk a few steps and then flop and roll and purr. Maybe it was the drugs they gave her but I’d never seen her happier. Here she is basking in the sun.