(Poem 304 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
If you ever see a swing
gently swaying
and no one appears
to be on it, know that
monsters cloak
themselves in darkness
that cannot reach
our eyes so they can
play without scaring us.
@Home Studio – 304th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Monster Swing photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 148 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
When Jennifer gets hangry,
people better watch out.
She’s usually quite docile,
but whoo can she shout.
The slightest little noise
can make her head explode.
If a breeze blows too strong,
she starts croaking like a toad.
Once she reaches that point,
there’s nothing you can do,
except pass her a plate of nachos,
a hamburger, a taco, or two.
@Home Studio – 148th poem of the year
(Poem 147 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Frank is very philosophical,
though I doubt he would agree.
His views on life are complex,
but his conscience remains free.
I usually enjoy our conversations,
though I don’t always understand.
His mind works in counterpoints;
his theories can be quite grand.
I think he wants justice to exist,
but he knows that’s a stretch.
It bothers him that evil prevails,
yet he feels pity for the wretch.
His spirit is buoyed by hopefulness,
though his mind is a critic at heart.
Frankly, I’ve never met anyone else
who I can say is half as smart.
@Home Studio – 147th poem of the year
(Poem 146 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
What a happy little monster
this fellow turned out to be,
full of giggles and laughter,
buzzing around like a bee.
Each of his ample pockets
is stuffed full of lumpy rocks.
He also collects keys that no
longer can find their locks.
He makes friends with critters
whether they can talk or not;
no being is too big, too small,
too cold, or ever too hot.
Just as a joke he tried once
to make an angry, scary face,
but he couldn’t hold it together
and grinned in uppercase.
@Home Studio – 146th poem of the year
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