Posts Tagged ‘play



12
Dec
09

150

Birch trees extend their bare tan limbs
To catch the last rays of warmth thrown by the winter sun.

[In case you hadn’t guessed, this poem is titled “150” because it is the 150th poem posted to this blog. I’m open to other titles for it though; Drop me a comment and make a suggestion.]

05
Dec
09

Love/Prey

The gray and tan striped cat lies under the wooden chair.
She’s hoping to grab my father’s chubby toes
Should he dare to pass
Through the hallway from the bedroom
In order to go to the bathroom.
Usually she gets distracted
By a bit of wax in one ear or
By the fur at the end of her tail that’s standing up and needs a lick;
Involved in her grooming, her mission forgotten, she allows my father safe passage.
But now and again- just often enough to keep it interesting- she remembers her goal.
Haunches slightly swaying,
Their inner springs coiled and ready,
Tail held low and straight for balance,
Then she launches herself up and out through the rungs of the chair.
Spying her in mid-flight, my father tries to walk faster.
“Hi, baby,” he coos but it’s too late.
Playfully, the striped cat plunges her claws into his pudgy white foot.
She pulls them back quickly for another swipe,
Drawing out blood and a satisfying shriek.

25
Apr
09

I Am My Super Self

I’m not a Superman.
I’m not Batman either.
Because I’m not a boy;
My mom says I’m a lady.
Just because I have a cape and
I fly around the room,
Doesn’t mean I’m Superman and I don’t want you to say that.
I’m Kayla and
I’m a girl and
I have a cape and
That’s all.
If I have to be super-anything,
I’m a super-kindergartner.

09
Feb
09

On Dressing In Red And Purple

Lying still, eyes closed, I feel the soreness in my shoulder.
My lower back is stiff. We’ll have a headache this morning.
Inside my mind and my heart, I don’t feel any older;
Yet last night my body aged twenty years without warning.

I was having fun at two, Twittersations going strong-
Filled with a sense of community and the joy of youth-
Now I’m so dog-tired I’d lie here in bed all day long
If I didn’t have to get out to pee and that’s the truth.

I don’t get how this works but we all know it can’t be fair
That the outside falls apart while the inside stays so young.
One day I’ll squint into the mirror, see some old woman there,
Waggle stiff fingers from my ears and, of course, stick out my ton

19
Dec
08

Car Wash Poem

Anna said, “Why don’t you act your age? How old are you anyway?”
I am older than the mountains.
I’m as young as yesterday.
I can hear the brown squirrels calling,
“Grab some popcorn. Come, let’s play.”
I’m a caffeinated yarn ball.
I’m a tiger named Sabu.
An Imperial leaking brake fluid-
That’s all the tears I cried for you.
I’m a bootie lost in Mount Tabor.
An infomercial by Ron Popeil.
And you’ll have to take the latex gloves off, Baby,
If you wanna know the way I feel.