Na/GloPoWriMo Day 6 A Little Surreal

 Say What?

my husband insists i watch the dog play volleyball

not AI he says   too uneven       but hella cute 

black border collie nosing the ball     over a regulation net or

right above his teammate's hands     for the set up    we assume

the human is the collie's     both     marvelous   & 

winning in hot sand      human

hot & hunky in speedos     canine teammate     telepathic   limber & lithe

  alert to ball descending      the leap              airborne     dark shadow twirling

dervish     dreaming     

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 5 Hate That

 Problem with the Country

the would-be king is mental
loco off his noggin and could

be pathetic except for the fact
(i would wager) his soul
and Satan's are one and the same

i don't take declaring someone
the devil's work lightly
but some are easy to spot

things they say
and do or 

don't do

it has never been more true

than now when he says kill
them all let Allah sort them

not exactly in those words
but just as psychopathic

wickedness cloaked
as strategy

and the problem with the country
the problem with the country now
is not him actually but
the rest of us who 

(yes me yes you)
put him in charge

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 4 The Weather

Maybe, But

I want to be happy about spring

in Tennessee

        how it arrives in tentative pushing

ups, green shoot, quiet violet

                tiny hyacinths bubbling along

                the sidewalk, yellow swish of forsythia

daffodil flounce

                at last cherries and dogwoods 

    

temperatures careen up 

            and down our measures

                                wet air rumbles the frothy skies

circling her winds

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 3 -- Profession

 

What Am I Paying Her For?

I thought she would set

the puzzle right

put the house in order, solve

the riddle of difficult me, but

all she did

was hand me

my own key

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 2 -- Memory

 Big Feelings

all feelings big then
at eight, at twelve

pure longing caught
in a square

body, a nose
always running

couldn't
sport around
too clumsy
for bats and bases
racquets and fuzzy
yellow balls
but not ballet
my chunk
of a girl body
at barre, en pointe
counted in french 

like i was 

somebody like

i could fly

Na/glo/powrimo 2026 Day 1 Tanka

 Tanka for My Old Poems

old poems show up like

unexpected visitors

shake rain out from cloaks

puddling my mind's cluttered room

full moon shines in every drop

Day 15 Poem Inspired By Music

Tired of Being Tired Blues

I'm so tired of being tired
it makes me tired
so bone deep tired of being tired
it makes me tired
it don't matter how much I rest
I just stay tired and my life's a mess
I'm so tired of being tired
and that's the truth