Each evening light begins to fades minute by minute
Until nighttime awakens to darken skies
Only lights are lamplights to light ones way
Outside city limits are they found
Dotting the darken streets
Every few houses have one lit
Until you drive down one street
And nothing; darken envelopes you
As you drive down with no light source
Finding your way blindly to find a friend’s home
More dog Haiku from what I think my dog might write if she could.
Must paw my blanket
Make comfortable before
I lay down on it
Not perfect, must paw
More– make it comfortable
For me to lay on
Move blanket around,
Still not completely right so,
Must paw blanket more
Blanket is wadded
Now it is perfect for me—
Yes, I’m comfy now
I don’t care if it
Is hot outside, I want to
Go out right now, bark
These days are filled with humid temps
Air hot ready to bake anyone who comes
Outside to turn them an overdone cookie
From the raging sun beaming down
Land begins to beg mother nature
For just a drink of rain water
But their voices are parched and dry
So she cannot hear them at all
Then without warning one day
Dark clouds come to deliver
The much need rain to all below
Four seasons fill the measure of the year
They refill for when their turn comes
No season should be put on the landfill
For they are needed to fill the each year
Some years they overfill each other
Clashing on previous filled season
Causing temperatures to overfill
Why can’t each season find fulfillment
Why can’t they fill their own season
Instead of refilling the others
I like seeing different fulfilled seasons
Each distinct and overfilled with what they offer
Four seasons should fill the measure of the year
If they are not filled what should we fear.
Among the tree full of green leaves
A patch of brown leaves I see
Standing out lonely from others.
Why are you not green like the rest?
Did you feel the cold quicker
In early months of the year
While the rest were still growing?
Did you bud to early and now
You turn old ready to fall to ground?
Or is it because the weather
Fluctuated from hot to cold
And so you lost your green pigment?
Silent not answering you’re attach
For you are too high in tree.
My words are muffled among
Your fellow leaves surrounding you.
March seventeenth rolls around
Clover banana hangs around my neck
I show my green when I make my round
Walking the street where I live
But glad no one else sees the rest.
Inside my owner has more for me
Long green tutu around my waist
A green clover necklace to big
And big green felt cowboy hat
To sit not so easy on my head.
I take it in stride to tolerate
What my owner is about do
More photos of me dressed up
Must pose and look happy on cue
Else green stuff stays longer on.
Wish my owner would just stick with simple
For I think it is too much
To add all the other stuff;
I am happy with a banana
Simply tied snugly around my neck.
Sizzling hot sun of today
Is too much for me to bare.
Just one ounce of heat
Makes walking outside a feat.
Sun high above my head
Bakes ground below my feet.
Dancing rays shine down
Bright as I shade my eyes from glare.
Too hot to be outside,
I will enjoy the sun’s rays
Inside from my windows today.
A little fox with fur of silver
Rare beyond the forest floor
Was traveling down in snowy winter
Until he found the barn door;
Open it was for him to figure
A place for him to explore
But not a place to find dinner
Since last time he wonder close before
He heard the sound of a trigger
Which he didn’t wait around for
So he stayed near the river
And avoid the open door.
April 10. 2015 It is said that there is no word that rhymes with silver, orange, or husband. Write a poem about one of those three words that uses rhyme or slant rhyme OR write a poem about all three words that is not rhyming.
When city comes alive in early morning
Its brews a melting pot bubbling to the top
Of nice hot coffee; sipping as
Bringing the streets alive with workers
Walking, busing their way to work
City street rings loud with lion roaring crowds
As city talks to itself in morning rush
Sun raises high, city basks in the glow
Watching over Lake Erie complementing her next move
On where to expand or who will be the next
To move the aging city further in a future
Bright and brimming as the sunrise
Shines on steel buildings rising high in sky
They seem to show a twinkle in their eye
Then morning rush is over
Cleveland sits backs to enjoy the quiet
Until day is over the melting pot leaves scatters homeward
Til city wakes up and for morning coffee again
April 7, 2015 Poetry: Compose a poem about Cleveland, in which you use five metaphors comparing Cleveland to something else.
Different musics respond to knocked-on silences
Which come out the blue from many sources
As the rattling of shutters during a tornado
A clicking of paws against wall from a sleeping dog
Or creaking floor from my kitchen
The brushing against the window from a tree branch
The breaking of twigs while walking through the park
Or hearing soft click click from computer’s keyboard
The abrupt start of pattering rain against the windows
Showering down unexpectedly while I hear from inside
Strumming crickets at night come alive with their song
Music comes from silence from anywhere at anytime
I hear many throughout my day
April 3, 2015 poetry: Gridley’s poem says, “Different musics respond to knocked-on silences” and she describes two – boats and wings. Begin with her quote and describe a list of such musics. Here are a few starters: twigs, keyboards, tambourines, claves, door jambs, ice.