The Cat

You brought me a gift, so proud you were
His eyes too far open, anxious, fearful
Look at my feathered friend.
You held him gently in your firm teeth.
Open the door, I will bring him in.
I screamed, leaping to my feet, waving my arms.
You dropped him, feathers flying around your precious, surprised face.
The world is not always what we wish.


Out of my comfort zone

When @timmmmyboy * shared this ipad app on twitter the other day, I was intrigued. I’ve been playing around with watercolors, trying to “be uncomfortable.” And, wow, am I.

I’ve never taken an art class until now nor do I have artistic ability. But I am determined to put in the hours, keep working on the craft. This app was a fun, unusual way to continue the process. I’m rather addicted:)

@timmmmyboy also has this claim to fame


Do you relish the thought of a door opening?
Or does it terrify you?
Fragments of missteps and failures clutter the doorstep.
Like a magnet, you are pulled back.
But you must push past.
Quickly now, step in.
The light dims and then brightens.
You choose between fear and wonder.
Ahead are possibilities, but you know that.

writing prompt #poetrymonth

To Myself

I am slowing.
Finding the space between the ought’s and the should’s.
Remembering not to look forward or back but now.
I am slowing.
Sharing the morning with my thoughts.
Breathing in ways that make me stop.
I am slowing.
Creating visual reminders of time and thoughts.
Connecting with those who feed not steal.
I am slowing.
(from Bud’s writing prompt)

In the end, what we pay the most attention to defines us. How you choose to spend the irreplaceable hours of your life literally transforms you.