for Lady S

some amble in a quiet way

but rarely her and not today

sweet and kind, but not meek or mild

she has a flair - that brave, bold child

with gorgeous grin and cheeks all rosy

she enters and exits with Dramatic Mosey

MPR Raccoon

inquisitive nimble hands
grasp unforgiving stone
man's monoliths should
daunting be but you defy
gravity with graceful audacity
and skyward bound for glory
our nervous eyes turn to you
humbled and hoping

forgetful

i ran so fast
i left my heart
like a toothbrush
in a vacant hotel room
before the maid comes
discarded by the sink
next to the soggy washcloth
destined for the rubbish bin

TuscanyB

A poem inspired by "Tuscany' - a great unintentional writing prompt on twitter:

we, all of us, are
empty boxes
of bent and bruised
cardboard made
held together by
hope and
tattered tape
waiting to be
filled or folded
finally