I pick it up, he knocks it down, my desk is clean, I turn around, there’s cat hair wedged within the keys and claw marks decorate my knees. He chews upon my tortured… Continue reading
If you want to participate here’s the link: https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/05/30/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-99-natural-charm/ This week, I’ll try Etheree Poetry – Syllabic Pattern: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, Rhyme: None Whether there really is such a thing, I don’t know. Frankly, I don’t… Continue reading
When he poops in your shoe, pees on your bed, shreds all your paper or kneads on your head, you need a reminder of why he’s not dead.
Warm on arm entwined, fur on fleece cuddling the lap of luxury.
Class firmly rooted . creates beauty in the frame . surrounding its grace.
Tranquility purrs the soul to meditation. Zen sleeps in my arms.
The difference between a hand or some hamburger rests on adventure.