meatless meatballs
unscented rose
waterless fish
nonsense prose
sunless moon
wingless bird
timeless clock
wheyless curd
rootless tree
voiceless singer
you-less me
happy-less forever
Author: Janice
Alphabet Poetry Series: “C is for Caricature”
I’m not perfect but
I’ve learned to accept me
And within my four walls
I’m quite happy
But outside the door
I’m a caricature
And the world laughs
To my displeasure
No thank you, sir
I’ll stay inside
Live in happiness
Forever hide.
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Alphabet Poetry Series: “B is for Bench”
3 out of 4 seasons
It’s a nice place to be
A scenic spot
to finish a thought
And appreciate what I see
Spring’s a happy time
More people come by
To stop and chat
Over this, over that
Under the bluest sky
Summer’s not so bad
A tad too warm for me
But perfect for families
To picnic under trees
Have movie nights for free
Fall’s my favorite of all
It’s the best time for healing
The scent of the earth
Like a comforting hearth
I always feel like I’m dreaming
But Winter…
Oh, Winter!
Winter’s the devil
Come to take souls away
My bench transforms into
A concrete coffin of ice
And I count every day
And every minute, too
That I remain mostly alive.
Alphabet Poetry Series: “A is for Address”
Past the pothole
on the middle right
side of the road
right before the
yellow awning house
turn left
then slow for the
kids always playing
hockey on the road
turn right
cruise along for a while
admire the juniper trees
and dodge the tumbleweeds
the blind turn
the burnt evergreen
a dirt road
to nowhere it seems
but
I know it’s there
The place where you live
The place I can’t go
though I pass by
a hundred times a day
just outside my reality
your address.
on the middle right
side of the road
right before the
yellow awning house
turn left
then slow for the
kids always playing
hockey on the road
turn right
cruise along for a while
admire the juniper trees
and dodge the tumbleweeds
the blind turn
the burnt evergreen
a dirt road
to nowhere it seems
but
I know it’s there
The place where you live
The place I can’t go
though I pass by
a hundred times a day
just outside my reality
your address.
Poetic Ponderings 