micropoem for the day: before you know it

So we’ve unpacked our resolutions. The ones we stored in the attic. We weren’t up to them in 2018. We’re going to be better in 2019 and go after them like gang busters. We’re giving up smoking. We’re going on that diet. We’re giving up sweets. We’re going to eat healthier. Read more books. Watch less TV. Get that degree. Save more money. Break off that bad relationship. Make up with that sister or brother we haven’t talked to in years. Change jobs. Go in for that promotion. Ask for that raise. Get out of the house more. Be a nicer person. Find true love come hell or high water. You name and we’re doing it. So help us, God. But first…

Soon the Auld Lang Syne
countdown and midnight ball drop
champagne and a kiss

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Micropoem for Thanksgiving: stuffing

It’s Thanksgiving, and oh, do I have much to be thankful for. Most of all it’s the beginning of that season we call The Holidays. The bright lights that come with Christmas and Hanukkah. And it culminates in the end of the year celebration, New Year’s Eve. Then we’ll get another eleven months to recuperate before we’re called back into combat. But for this moment, let’s think about what we have to be thankful for. That special Someone. Family. Friends. Work. Our health. The food we have on the table. Life is good. Now, let’s eat.

Oh the turkey,
oh the dressing,
oh the pecan pie.
Now I’m bursting.

micropoem for the day: a trail of dust

Back last July, I began posting poetry the four days a week I didn’t post my regulars. Most were either a haiku or a micropoem. I have come to the point where the poems no longer have a freshness to them but seem to be retreads. Besides that, I have longer works I need to be working on. With that in mind, I am taking a break from the daily poetry gig.

In the meantime, I will continue my regular posts Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. From time to time I may post a new haiku or micropoem if I find that they are fresh, In the meantime, here’s one for the road:

So,
as the sun sets,
that masked haiku rider
rides off
with a trail of dust
and a hi-yo haiku

micropoem for the day: the car

As you walk by cars in the parking lot, aren’t you tempted to look inside of them? To check out how the owners have turned their cars into a home away from home. Because for many of us, that’s what our cars have become. And it’s not something we share. Many couples own two car, one for the wife, one for the hubby. Her’s may look like a pinterest board, his a sportsman’s paradise. When we first pick up our cars, the first thing that happens is that new car smell goes away. Pretty soon we’ve got an extra change of clothes, a box of cds stacked in the back and an extra snack bar just in case. It’s becoming a wonderland in there.

long shadows
across the rearview mirror
a St. Christopher

micropoem of the day: the lizard

The other day I took my morning coffee out on the back porch. It was a pretty good day to meditate. Get my groove back. The birds were singing up a storm. If you looked up “nice day” in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of this particular day. Azaleas were blossoming like crazy. Acting like they own the world. There was even a butterfly or two. I looked over. There looking at me eye to eye was a lizard. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. Then I noticed.

a lizard, no tail
green thread against the wall
a tail, no lizard.