25/365 - End

 

Sometimes the end

is the sweetest beginning

A piercing scream

urgently drawing

things to a close

and in the next instance

frantic footsteps

hurried rushing

a wall of heat

but just beyond

something emerges

from deep inside

the cavern

Heat spills out

and with it

smells emerge

wafting

spinning

winding

and weaving

into the room

It intoxicates you

draws you close

compels you to reach

to grasp

to pull

until it emerges

An illusion

released

Ideas solidified

like the ingredients

combined

mixed 

folded

and baked

just long enough

to raise a souffle 

24/365 - Your Good Deed for the Day

 

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

There is only one cookie left

and I want it.

Peanut butter and chocolate chip

I want it.

Homemade - a little less sugar,

a dash of salt,

a tad under-baked.

I want it.

It was a big day today

we worked hard

outside all day

together

in the hot sun

(so hot for February, right?)

I earned this cookie

I want this cookie

but so did you

and so do you.

Should we split this cookie?

Yes

That's what we'll do.

23/365 - Personality

 

He is very orange

He crunch the lampshade and run

He must, he is orange

22/365 - Value

 

What really matters to you?

Is it when the sun is shining

and the sky is blue?

Is it the first bloom of spring's

bright purple hue?

Or is it the steel concrete towers

where they once grew?

and the money made there now

driving shareholder value

21/365 - Your Cheating Heart

 

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

I am sorry I haven't been there

like I said I would

I am sorry I haven't seen you

as often as I should

I used to get up every morning

just to see you wake

I used to rise dark and early

to witness your dawn break

But though I still get up early

I don't see you much anymore

It's not that I don't still love you

because it's you that I adore

It's just that there is someplace else

that I have to be

It is something I must do

It's not you, it's me

But I will still make the effort

to see your morning rays

And I'll still tell you goodnight

at the end of the day

when your trip around the earth

for the day is done

I will gaze to the West

to watch your setting sun

20/365 - Noteworthy

Something exceptional

doesn't have to happen

everyday

But if you take a moment

to notice

you may discover

that it does

anyway

 

19/365 - Wait

 

I am still here

Standing where you left me

When you closed the door

When you walked away

one

two

three

your footsteps on the stairs

and five more

down the front path

I am still here

Through the door I hear

the whine of the engine

as it turns over

and the crunch

of the tires

as it backs down

the driveway

and into the street

I am still here

And I'll wait patiently

with the last words you spoke

echoing in my head

"let's go to the park"

you said

as you clipped 

on my leash

just before the phone rang

and you walked 

out the door

I am still here