Shallow pools of unspoilt water
Sit below a Betty Crocker window
With hanging deep crimson baskets
That fill the air
With freshly baked flowered Mondays
Spreading out is the pony picket fence
That shines White House Tuesday
Separating the gumshoe green grass
From the oilskin decay
Of the Red Riding Hood forest
Sporting Wednesday’s haircut
Half-way there
Here’s where the country house patio
Holds the dad’s weekend project picnic table
Thursday’s moldy sandwiches
Crawls into cracks upon the Indian paintbrush deck
Where Friday morning dew drops
Freshens up the green spots
Under the Saturday afternoon oak
That tickle the fresh from shower toes
Wiggling for joy amongst the John Deer grass
Where taste tests start
Out of the Sunday brunch basket
Two drive-in lovers packed
For their dollar store romance
Fresh in from the Marilyn Monroe raindrops
Settling the shallow pools of water waiting
Under the Betty Crocker window
Category: bubblegum
Bedtime (day 642)
Slowly
Sound drips
Into sleep
Clothes Line (day 623)
Take care not to hang my good shirts up on the wire
With the crease cutting the top half from the bottom
The way you leave it out on the line all day
One half gets sun-bleached, and that don’t ever go away
This bothers me when I’m trying to be professional
Giving off an air of respectability
A man has got to uphold certain fashion statements after all
If he wants to indeed be called a man
You can understand this simple request, right mom?
This isn’t to much to ask is it?
Happy Feet (day 614)
Legs with happy feet
Circulating through my brain
Counting beats
Shaking to the smooth feeling
Bouncing off walls
As the floor shakes
In unison
To happy feet
A Biblical Misson (day 612)
It’s not often I get to finish my dance
Interrupted by some far off cry
Whimsically flirting with the DJ
I play my ballad
Brand new shoes and
Shirt, flowing, getting
Caught in my circles
I dance alone then
As the sound beams echo off the walls
Holding the beats inside
Constantinople (day 611)
Riddle me this
Riddle me that
Said cat the black jack
Who sat on his hat
Twiddle me this
Twiddle me that
Lump in my sack
I’m sore in my back
Fiddle me this
Fiddle me that
The strings are all slack
The sound wont come back
Constantinople
(fading into the distance)
He said Constantinople!
This (day 610)
This lovely game
This dance for two
This delicate arrangement
This child’s play
This romance
This united union
This peace
This summer sun
This picnic
This happiness
This sharing
This caring
This hand
This
This can stay
Snowboarder (day 584)
Wind swept pillows molded by a scimitar
Catch a winter surfer eye as if shining like a star
Who, in all his layers, bundled for the fun
Sways this way and that, then carves on away
Bending at the knees, turning from his hips
Launching off cliffs, he soars through the air
A smile cheek to cheek, a scarf warming that
Snow flying everywhere; the markings of a trail
This tells all of a snowboarder’s decent
Christmas (day 580)
Evening approached and the table was set
Kids gathered around all dressed in their best
I, with my wisdom, did carve out the ham
Sharpened the knives for thinly sliced meat
Hors d’oeurves were laid out for the hungry to snack
But all there to witness couldn’t resist what they saw
Candles were lit for the mood of the night
Glasses all clinked in festive thanks: grace
Feverishly eating, heavenly tasting
The food all consumed, the belly extended
Happily the family rested in joy
Content from the feasting
Warm from their labours
This was their Christmas as it ended in bliss
Cutest Button (day 576)
Cutest buttons sparkle and shine
A sleeping baby stays warm tonight
Snuggled in with reindeer and rabbits
Where happy dreams do fill the sky
In this young world, all is well
In this young mind, animals smile
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Photographer: Ieva Katana
I was given this customer photograph, and requested to write a short poem to go along with it for Minus40’s blog. The onsie is a Minus40.
Seriously adorable stuff.