18/365 - Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

 

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

Why is there a doll

hanging from a tree

with a smile on her face

for all the world to see?

Did someone brush her red hair

and polish her red shoes?

Was she loved and cared for?

Was she someone's to lose?

Or perhaps her situation is a result

of longstanding sibling rivalry

A moment of contention, an ultimatum,

a threat not taken seriously. 

Or is she more than just a doll?

Is she a red haired sentry?

Standing guard over a a secret clubhouse

hidden amongst the shrubbery.

She must have been loved once, so dearly

but maybe her someone has outgrown her

and so they placed her in this tree

in search of her new owner.

17/365 - Pleasure

 

It starts with a touch

a gentle caress

soft meets soft

sweet tenderness

and the response

the skin relaxing

the back arches

the pupils waxing

and from deep down inside

a sound starts to emerge

as you pet his orange head

the little cat purrs

16/365 - Lesson

 

The bee doesn't care

that you didn't plant them there

The bee doesn't see

that it is a weed

All the bee knows

is wherever the flower grows

it gives the bee

what it needs

Perhaps we should all

be like the bee

15/365 - Your Fair Share

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

I'm so sorry

for what happened to you

before you were found

A mop of matted yellow fur

racing down the street

(a blur)

But you were scooped up!

and bathed!

and brushed!

Though soap and water

couldn't erase

the forlorn look

written on your face

as you stood in the corner

of that steel concrete cage

And that's where we found you

and took you away

to a home

and a bed

and two meals (everyday)

and most importantly of all 

(yes even more than walks)

is how much you are loved

because it's lots and lots

14/365 - Daunting

 

The expectations

of existence

are endless

Like a great mountain

-Whitney-

-Kilimanjaro-

-Everest-

Whose peak is shrouded

in a hooded cloak

of ethereal clouds

But you know

it's there

somewhere

so you climb

always expecting

to break through the mist

and see at last

the snow capped summit

and that promise

keeps you going

through the ever

changing landscape

and the switchbacks

of the scrub trails

but aside from 

some pockets of clarity

the haze never clears

the apex never appears

13/365 - Create

 

The whole of the universe

is driven to create

Nothing is

without being made

Something from something

becomes something else

We all want to leave

a piece of ourselves

but it's impossible to exist

without leaving our mark

even destruction

creates a new spark

12/365 Your Chariot Awaits

 

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

Waiting patiently in the dark

for the next adventure to start

I know that soon you will awake

and we'll ride out together to see dawn break

But time it passes so slowly here

Still our moment must be near

I anticipate the creak of the door

as it scrapes across the floor

But your silhouette does not appear

My expectation turns to fear

And in the shadows grey light creeps

as daylight rouses all that sleeps

I am resigned to wait some more

watching the sun's rays crawl across the floor

until the long light of afternoon

fills my little waiting room

But just as I had given up hope

the silence of my misery broke

because finally you had arrived

stroking my handlebars you sat astride

and together we peddled into twilight

When its just you and me, all is finally right