
Light spreads beneath my vision
Behind my tomorrow sifting
Into cactus green tea cups
Yellow tentacles undulate
Magical tendencies flirt nonchalance
Shadows too tired to pretend to flicker…







Light spreads beneath my vision
Behind my tomorrow sifting
Into cactus green tea cups
Yellow tentacles undulate
Magical tendencies flirt nonchalance
Shadows too tired to pretend to flicker…






(Poem 158 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Every opossum should have a hammock
for the purpose of reclining and lounging.
They spend the night mastering feats dynamic,
then cleaning little hands after scrounging.
Their weary bodies need 18 hours of sleep,
so it’s amazing we ever catch them awake.
A suspended soft perch ensures nary a peep,
as they dream of eating cake and a steak.
Yes, every opossum deserves a hanging bed
where they can climb to a safe, warm retreat.
There they can nestle and rest a tired head
to nap in peace and dream of sweet meat.
@Home Studio – 158th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Opossum Hammock photos to accompany my poem:




(Poem 73 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Sleep is my favorite activity.
I think it always has been.
It’s just a little harder now
to reach the perfect bliss.
When I was young and firm,
sleep came easy, just dripped
like candle wax on my pillow.
Now I need my cpap machine,
a supersonic fan on blast,
the right kind of darkness
that blocks out memory,
the right kind of quiet
that sets the stage for dreams,
the perfect temperature set,
all my pillows plumped just so,
my grounding sheets tucked,
and my husband by my side.
@Home Studio – 73rd poem of the year
(Poem 71 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Rain, rain, here all day.
Drench the world and stay to play.
Sky purrs, rumbles low,
trees sway, cool winds blow.
Days like this bring me rest.
The earth and I are truly blessed.
@Home Studio – 71st poem of the year